Angry Old Man

As I enter my dotage and have more time on my hands I sometimes worry that I am turning into an angry old man. Not a grumpy old man as portrayed in the tv series but a genuine angry person as I find I am getting more and more angry at the simplest things.
I am currently finding the Americanisation of our society particularly irksome, while I have nothing against America or Americans per se I find that some things really annoy me. I suppose it all started with chewing gum and bubble gum as bought into this country by American Servicemen during the war and it has been a downhill journey since then. Chewing gum is a filthy habit especially if done with the mouth open as seems to be the fashion now amongst the hoodie clad young of today, hoodies are another American import as well.
Spelling is a good example of how creeping Americanisation is affecting our society, as someone who dabbles in HTML having to remember to spell centre as center or colour as color or programme as program irks my ire beyond belief. And why oh why do supermarkets (another American idea) only sell large packs of everything. At one time you could buy a pound of sugar, three eggs, a quarter of butter and a whole plethora of other things in quantities suitable for single people now you can only buy in packs suitable for families of five or six, of course in America you can only buy large packs so rather than waste it they eat it, that and the dreaded fast food outlets that have now arrived in the UK probably explains why Americans are the most overweight people in the world it also goes to explain why we ( the Brits ) are fast catching them up in the obesity stakes. Yet another example is found in this Daily Mail story, The Daily Mail is not a paper I read normally but saw this from a link on a website I use. Ignoring the debate about whether it right for young girls to be dressed up in small versions of 20 somethings clubbing clothes apparently it is normal in America to have child pageants where your kids are dressed up as mini adults and paraded around as some sort of trophy or show horse, also ignoring the fact that this is clearly some sort of posh dysfunctional family, I mean who would call their children Bronte, Merrily, and Bridie, the whole piece is littered with Americanisms, Mom, chores, sleepovers, Play-Doh (I always thought dough was spelt dough and Doh was the expression Homer Simpson makes)
My Grandchildren now tell me that they no longer wear trainers but sneakers, they don’t go to the pictures but catch a movie, go to the drive through or thru to get burger and fries.

They will be telling me next we are going on vacation!