I knew she wasn't just making conversation. The crunchy granola, selling organic oils and soaps at the small farmer's market in Beaulieu this weekend, when she asked me: "Where do you come from?" All she want from me was an admission of guilt.
In fact, as soon as I said London, she smirked at me, shaking her head in disapproval, whispering "Oh poor thing, what have you done to deserve that?" and then she went on about the good life in the country and how grim life is in London where nobody care about each other and everybody think about making money and...
It took me a millisecond to understand she wasn't really a country person because real country people do not talk like that, they do not know life in the city and therefore they do not criticize it. She was in fact from East London and had been living in East London for most of her life, but now she was happy living in the countryside looking after her small business and probably a cat.
Now, I don't know you but "organic" people like that crunchy granola are really pissing me off. They are the most intolerant people I have ever met. According to them people living in big cities are morons that have lost contact with nature, do not care about the world and live a life of greed. They try to make you feel guilty about modern life or maybe is just that they can't get round the fact that, unlike them, you don't wear an oversize 1950's jumper and actually know how to comb your hair.
At the farmers market, it looks to me most of the sellers and buyers were eco-friendly crunchy granolas with a point to prove, but I guess that if tomorrow morning me and the other 8 millions of Londoners move to Beaulieu and join them, the eco-friendly people will tell us to bugger off.
By bicycle, preferably.
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