I'm afraid to say that reminds me of everything I most despised about the 1990's. Sadly, it's the loved-up E generation who are now running the country, inventing pronouns, gluing themselves to motorways and squealing support for open borders and the fictitious state of Palestine.
Back then I was sat on a barstool with oil under my nails and a roll-up in my mouth yarning about motorbikes with flat-capped old men whose views I respected, while my cool, switched-on, loved-up contemporaries in their drugged-up incomprehension were dreaming of re-making society and lighting the fires whose toxic fumes are now choking us all to death. Blair's babes. What a bitter harvest...