M's dad and stepmum staying the night, so we throw on some entertainment. As we walk back from the pub on the beach, just before ten to our quiet terraced street, we hear shouting and swearing going on in the vicinity of our house. A large group of young thugs are hanging about. Seems our neighbours next door are getting bullied (presumably, one of their innumerable offspring has got into a fight and this lot are looking for revenge: there are 8 kids living next door, each of whom stay at various times, with various friends. They piss us off enormously with loud music, and dumping of inappropriate rubbish on the wrong day of the week for the shitehawks to scatter to the four winds, but individually, they are usually sweet, and hey! they are OUR chav neighbours). Comically, one of them was tagged recently, and he sometimes stands chatting on the street, with one foot in the doorway. The thugs move off as we approach.
Unfortunately, some neighbours react badly to the disturbance and join in the shouting ("We dont live here for this sort of bollox!")
Police, ambulance turn up. Seems the dad (of some of the kids) has got coshed on his own doorstep, judging by the blood (curtain twitching job, this one).
Lucky I missed it, or I would be sharing his treatment after telling the thugs to piss off. Bloody nasty bullies.
2 comments:
There is no 'F' in justice these days
A couple of years ago I got comprehensively beaten up for politely asking some young thugs to "move on" from outside our place at 3am - it ain't worth it mate....
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