Go to the center of any village these days and you’ll find makeshift campsites ringing the square, filled to overflow with nose imps.
These playful creatures, once a regular sight in the cavernous nostrils of our forefathers, are now more frequently seen huddling under broken crockery, never having seen the inside of a nose, suffering from the elements.
The reason: Millennials. Too good to share their noses. “Oh, the itching… the conversation!” they say. “And don’t they lead to brain damage?”
A soft generation with pinched noses that whistle… a whistle of selfishness.