In 1965 the Who sang the ‘The Kids are Alright’. 43 years down the line and I beg to differ with Mr. Townshend. The kids aren’t alright. They seem very wrong indeed.

After berating the youth of today (or ‘yoots’, as I believe the collective term now to be) last week, it would seem that fair lady fate was to play its often cruel hand, and Jeffman and these same said youth of today were destined to collide head on; which we did. Saturday night, in fact.

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By design, the youth of today have always been a feckless bunch. A clamour of ill-garbed, sweaty ne’er-do-wells, who seem unable to communicate in anything approaching a semblance of the Queen’s English. That’s to be expected; it’s their job. A job funded by dads across the land and rewarded with a modest stipend referred to as ‘pocket money’.

This current lot though, they seem to be taking their remit far too seriously.

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