Damn them to hell.

Right then. It would appear that this is going to be the place that I spill all of my aggression.

So Andrew and I went to York shopping yesterday. We went on the train because it is far easier than trying to park in York.

It's not a small train, there are a lot of carriages so how is it the group of lads that got on at Darlington (about 15 of them) could only locate seats in the carriage tht we got on. I shouldn't complain becasue after all we were getting off after 30 minutes. They were going all the way to Manchester to swap trains to get to Prestatyn for a weekender.

Now I don't have an issue with that at all they were only about 19 and that's what life is all about then. What I have an issue with is the fact that they didn't give a stuff about anyone else in the carriage, like for example the old woman that they sat with. Their language was terrible which again didn't offend me in itself but I did think that they could perhaps show more consideration for the people around them.

Anyway the point of the story is that they had no shame, clearly they were acting laddish between themselves, but they didn't need to share everything with the whole carriage. For example I didn't need to know that one of them was going to "drink himself stupid and sniff himself silly", I'm guessing neither did the old woman. Then they started arguing about what effect a cup of coffee and temazepam would have, and came to the conclusion that they would cancel each other out...... hmm?! I'm thinking it's probably not quite as straight forward as that.

Tehn one asked what people from Manchester were called. After agreeing that they were Mancs. They discussed what that was short for and decided it was Mancturians, largely this was agreed with because the gobbby one suggested it.

Anyway this encounter has left me with a dilemma we are either should not have children or we have them and lock them in a cupboard between the ages of 11 and 21, not sure how ethical that is though.