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I have given my wife the bad news. Despite twenty six years of almost total wedded bliss, we now have to d.i.v.o.r.c.e. As Tammy W put it.

I see it all the time.
Every TV advertisement proves it must be true.
I try not to be an old-fashioned stick in the mud, but I am finding it an increasingly bitter pill to swallow. But, some of the most powerful people in our modern world, the all encompassing, omnipotent and ever pervasive ad executives, are telling us that we have to alter our personal relationships.

If it ain’t multicultural. It ain’t right.

The vast majority of ads that invade our homes on a daily basis tell us we have to book that expensive annual holiday abroad with our many hued family. I can imagine being pulled over by the diversity police whilst driving to the shops to buy a particular brand of washing machine detergent, accompanied by my similarly pink son or daughter. Soon we will be stared at if we dare to walk down the street if our spouse and offspring have the same pigmentation as us.

They must be right of course, if only by sheer weight of numbers, an overwhelming portion of our countrymen and women would seem to have already taken the plunge. They are the ones getting all that lovely advertising money for appearing on the telly.