Do I sound old when I start whinging about children today? Well yesterday was an example of the ridiculous climate we live in.

I'm stood in my garden with a few friends when we hear something drop from the sky (no Donnie Darko engines however) I look on the ground and there is a dart sitting there. Flabbergasted would be an understatement. It's come from two doors down where the Portuguese used to live, they left because apparently he was a Pimp. Hmmm, this is a nice residential street, nothing ever happens. 

So, dart in hand I march over to said house. Bell doesn't work, so my buddy bangs on the door and when it's opened he gives it the "do you recognise this?" The kids are called down and hopefully given hell from the parents.

Five minutes later a knock at our door, two kids head'd down apologising, saying it will not happen again.

I assured them that "it would NOT happen again" I told them to wipe their smerks off there little faces and if it happened again, which it will NOT I would take it further than just telling the parents.

Something has got to be done & soon before these pesky kids do something they'll regret. Detention Centres, The Return of the Cane, Whatever let's just sort them now!