They’re quite funny really. I almost bought them one of those anti-face-rec masks on eBay. I wonder if it’s like when they were growing up, living with old hippies, still clinging on to leftie visions. What was that Glastonbury thing Dad said his mum used to play? But god luv ’em. My parents, themselves hanging on to ideas that they know deep down aren’t real. I try to be patient when they start up again when I put on my band or even look at my the screen. Oh look there’s a vintage ad blocker I can download for them.