I WAS wandering down Fordham Road the other afternoon behind three young people who obviously didn t like the packed meal they had been provided with. Dollops of barbecue sauce were being dropped on the path, then a bottle of grape seed oil was smashed. T
I WAS wandering down Fordham Road the other afternoon behind three young people who obviously didn't like the packed meal they had been provided with. Dollops of barbecue sauce were being dropped on the path, then a bottle of grape seed oil was smashed. They soon reverted to the sauce and used it to write on a manhole cover before throwing the bottle away. They disappeared into one of the big new houses off Fordham Road.
The next day I walked a little further into town and saw some more of their picnic, a squashed Marmite jar (I can understand that) and a smashed jar of pickled onions. These were all school aged kids, although the girl may not be at school much longer as she delighted in walking in the road, seemingly oblivious of traffic, so the future of the S.N.O.B.S. is safe, there is a whole new generation of idiots coming up. At least they weren't throwing shuttlecocks about.
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