An anonymous British bobby — a sort of cop version of Theodore Dalrymple — writes:
In Ruraltown, the elderly are like dirty, damaged vultures. They converge at awful jumble sales. They rummage and fight for socks and underpants that have been torn from the stiff corpses of their previous ancient occupiers. (…)
People travel miles to jump from our multi-storey carpark. They truly do.
Ruraltown is where the people of Ruralshire go to die. Ruraltown is twinned with Auschwitz, I know who got the better deal.