I dispair at the youth of today sometimes, I really do. (Do I sound like a crochety old git?)
I went into town yesterday and it was like walking into chav city. I felt like I'd walked onto a run down council estate, (I know some estates are OK and I'd like to make the distinction here).

The icing on the cake was the walk back to the car. Some scummy vandal with no respect for other people's hard work and property had dawbed their "tag" in white spray paint over the carefully trimmed topiary trees lining the high street.

Now, I have to listen to "Gangster Rap" these days on the radio anyway. However, giving me the living technicolour "Ghetto" experience is frankly not on.

If I catch the little ass wipe that did it I'll grafitti them with something permanent!