Nature and Scumbags

I just got in from walking the dog round my local park; there were several youths of about 17 years playing aggressively on the newy installed equipment (a zipwire and everything!) -irritated parents (and one disgruntled grammar school student) watched them. The young lads were engaged in jejune and pathetic attempts of masculinity and bids to woo their scantily clad (wouldn't your father be proud) female companions; so selfishly absorbed in their pursuits that they failed even to notice the awkwardness of young children who wanted to play but obviously were so intimidated that they remained in the boring corner of the playground. Not that it was just the children who seemed intimidated, parents seemed reluctant to say anything and I confess I did not say anything as it seemed so pointless. A volley of poorly expressed verbal abuse and the inevitable 'Do you want beef?' or 'Would you like to fight?' as expressed in english. Of course this would provide just another chance to prove their masculinity (how terribly insecure, who gives a shit!) and my nervous response of 'No I don't want a fight I just want you to stop embarassing my generation with your thuggish and cringeworthy behaviour and let these poor children enjoy an idylic sunday evening playing in the sunshine'.

Despite this incident I did manage to enjoy a pleasant evening in the park and I have to conclude that if A Levels go Pete Tong then I have no qualms about absconding to Spain to pick grapes and enjoy the sunshine- the best things in life really are free.