Pepperpots Meet On The Street

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They chatted and chatted, was lovely.

Typical street scene in Monmouth as people go about their business. Two elderly women in blue jackets stop and chat.

"There is a particular type of middle-aged woman who uses irritation as a way of life. It's the only thing she's really good at. She's roughly this shape...[outlines a round, convex shape] like a pepperpot...A Pepperpot's life's ambition is to be in the audience at a quiz show. She is to be found in shopping areas blocking the pavement, tormenting babies, spreading rumours, and spending a fortune on bargains. She enjoys worrying, and being shocked. Individually, she is intolerable. In a group, horrific."
Monmouth NP25, UK

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