As I left the Bay this morning on my jaunt into Canterbury for a meeting, I noticed two old men nodding salutations at the bus stop.

They were dressed in the usual pensioner attire - beige coats that buttoned to the neck, shiny slate grey shoes and grey trousers that could most certainly be called 'slacks' complete with razor sharp crease along the leg. Both men carried a folded up newspaper under one arm and both looked grumpily into the distance awaiting the bus.

Both men were also sporting a brightly coloured baseball cap. Is this a club they attend I wondered? Perhaps the bowls club have a new uniform? The traffic stopped and I therefore had opportunity to study closer. One was some kind of American logo and the other carried a Nike swoosh thingy. It made me smile, the beige-ness of the other apparel, to the lurid modernity of their choice of headgear.

Then later, at the gym, a similarly aged gentleman in grey tracksuit trousers, grey vest top and...yes..a brightly coloured baseball cap, this time shouting Reebok at me. Are they giving away caps with the pensioner haircuts on a Thursday?

It was nice. It made me smile. I came home and put something bright pink and cheerful on in their honour :)