I’m not going to cast dispersions on a whole generation, because people are people whatever their age, but the “boomer” generation bred a lot of this type of person. Gammon is the term often used. They grew up in a booming post-war economy and were put on final salary pensions. They had the NHS on tap. They rode the property price explosions and are all now retired in dull, detached estate houses on avenues where they read their Daily Mail every day and get angrier and angrier at the younger generations who won’t allow them to call a paki a paki or a paddy a paddy. They can’t understand why the media is full of talentless queers and they reminisce bitter sweetly about a time when the summers were hot, the women stayed at home, you could leave your doors open and everybody was white, straight and wore pants and shirts in primary colours.
There’s no fool like an old fool and their arrogance and prejudice was baked into them in the 60s and 70s when the whole family sat around on a Saturday night to watch Bernard Manning or Jim Davidson after their meat and two veg and before they went off alone to tell dirty jokes with the other regulars down The Shepherds.