Street Fighting Man
Off to t'Willow tonight. It was the monthly City supporters meeting. It's really handy having it based less than 100 yards from my house.
We just missed the real fun however as a teenage girl was chased into the pub by 6 or 7 "young adults". The leader was a girl of 14 who rained verbal abuse on the thin-on-the-ground-at-that-time-of-night clientele.
"Don't come near me you fucking cunt"
"Stay away from me 'stranger' or I'll have you fucking arrested. One fucking finger on me you cunt and you'll be in fucking jail you twat".
This was to a middle aged man who spoke to them. The landlord and landlady weren't in. It was left to an inexperienced barmaid to phone the police. (Who, by the way, didn't turn up), although they did have the courteousy to phone later to see if anyone was dead.
Apparently the troublemakers "fucked off" about 5 mins before I went in. Such a shame to have missed them.
I wonder if they'll grow up to be mature and responsible adults with careers and disposable incomes? Or will we be constantly paying for their rehabilitation programmes, housing, food, childcare and hospital bills?
I know this much; I'm as fucking sick of them as they're as fucking sick of the likes of me. So sick that one of these days we will meet each other in no mood to back off at all.
Paradoxically, the very gorgeous "Surf's Up" (The Beach Boys) is playing at this very moment making anyone who listens as mellow as mellow can be
Peace man!
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