I wasn’t going to write about the troubles in
I suppose someone somewhere will blame the situation on the fact that there’s no work for the young and nothing for them to do. So what did we do when we were young, where did we go? There was no television, no mobile phones, nowhere to go except the local park except the local picture house or a youth club, yet strange as it may seem we didn’t go out in gangs to smash up the town and ransack the shops.
One television programme showed a girl being interviewed by a reporter. She was asked what she thought of the police and her vehement reply was ‘they don’t appreciate us so why should we appreciate them’ … have you ever heard such a load of garbage coming out of a young mouth?
The latest news in my area was that three young people were deliberately mown down and killed by the driver of a stolen van as they tried to protect their homes and businesses.
And what about the poor kid who was robbed even as he was helped to stand up? The young man, with blood on his face and a pool of blood on the floor, was encircled by a group of youths, one of whom helped him to his feet. As he stood another a man searched the boy's backpack and snatched what looked like a mobile phone. The video for that has travelled the internet and thank God everyone can see what ‘feral rats’ they are. That wasn’t my expression but I liked it so I pinched it because it is such an apt description.
Seeing the picture of young people pitching in to restore our streets has helped me to remember that the vermin are in the minority.
Must go now and find something to do!