We were walking the dog and passed the children's playground which had been invaded by several 15 years old boys. That's trouble I thought. A bunch of yobs.
One lad was sitting on a rocking toy meant for a 3 years old and he was carrying what looked like a bag of crisps. He dropped something and I noted that he picked up a half eaten carrot. That's not too bad I thought.
Another lad shouted that he felt nauseous on a small roundabout. Wow a youngster using the word nauseous. That's not too bad I thought.
As we moved further away another lad shouted 'what does nauseous mean?'
That's not too bad I thought, a lad who wasn't scared to admit that he didn't know what it meant.
My initial perceptions changed. Yob culture is looking up.
Well, I suppose that we should be thankful for small mercies. Not a screwdriver or flick knife in sight. Why can't youth culture in the UK be more like France? Oh wait, it comes down to parents closeting and pampering the little darlings within an inch of their lives. I sound like such an old git. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI so agree with 'closeting and pampering.'
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