My bellwether for what the grumpiest of grumpy old men are thinking is the notorious Masons' Arms. When I was there the other day I noticed some, an increasing flow, going into the other room where the TV screen is. What was going on? I followed them They were watching the women's boxing. I thought they would be laughing at the event. Far from it. When one of of them made a joke about an Irish boxer - "She is handicapped by having to wear wellingtons" the grumpiest of the grumpies shouted "Shut your gob, she is doing well". I was properly astonished.