Grannies have amassed on Westminster Bridge; false teeth clattering, throwing Mr Kipling’s and arthritic fists pumping at their former pin-up boy, Gorgeous George, who has ripped the stuffing out of their pension pots.
I donâ€™t think this is far from the truth – once pensioners read through the magnifying glass, between the Budget lines and discover the â€˜granny-taxâ€™.
I wouldnâ€™t want to be an upcoming pensioner knowing Iâ€™m soon to be worse offâ€¦ in both an increase in hoodie-dodging and decrease in usable pension. But I definitely wouldnâ€™t want to be the Chancellor, despite the 40 odd grand he could be saving when the 50p axed-rate comes into affect next year. No, I just couldnâ€™t live with myself having stolen the money from the helpless, hard-working, OAPs, who keep the Royal Mail alive and all opticians in business.Â
But apparently it is fair, right?
This is what we have been told at least. Britainâ€™s old people have missed out on the pleasures of austerity up to now and â€˜we are all in this togetherâ€™, so letâ€™s pull them down a peg or two by the scruffs of their wrinkled necks and see if they can handle it like the rest of us.
There could be collateral damage, but hey ho, this may help with the â€˜rising cost of the ageing workforceâ€™ problem.
There are some people out there who have a different opinion. They believe the elders amongst us deserve a little bit more. They believe they have put in lifeâ€™s hours and should be allowed the time to sit back and enjoy a lunch-time custard-cream comfortably without having to save some for dinner. Shock horror.
The top rate of tax had to go, according to George, and if that means others take the hit then perhaps it is a worthwhile cause – for the coalition at least.
For now though, I might head over to Westminster Bridge and see if there are any cakes going spareâ€¦