No mate, my grand parents were sound as f*ck. Warm, loving, caring, intelligent folk. All served their country during the war. They were family people, and country people. They were good people.
Never once in my life did I hear them ranting and raving or slagging off folk for whatever personal life decisions those folk made that didn’t effect anyone else.
My grand dad who lived the longest would hold doors open for women, pull their chair out and wore a cravat most days. He was far too much a gentleman to bash someone for their race or their sexuality. As long as they didn’t eff