The youth of today...!

okay so maybe the title is a bit strong seeing as i am only 35 but some things really make my blood boil!

Boyf moved into my place in January. He has a little car - nothing flash, nothing expensive but not a heap of junk either. Within a few weeks someone had ripped off his passenger wing mirror for no apparent reason. He was, understandably a bit p***ed off.

One week later when he was about to go and get it repaired he realised that a passing car had taken off his drivers-side mirror too... now he was really p***sed!!! 250 quid later he had 2 spangly new mirrors (note that his car cost only twice that amount in the first place.)

That night whilst laying in bed about to fall asleep, we heard a group of 'yoofs' laughing and shouting as they walked up the road...closely followed by a series of thuds. We rushed to the window to see them systematically whacking each wing mirror they came across with a baseball bat. Boyf, seeing red, pulled on some jeans and headed for the door. By the time he got there they were gone leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Thankfully his car was fine (more luck than judgement) but still leapt into the car hellbent on revenge. I, meanwhile, called the police. Amazingly they responded and within minutes were outside the flat, by which point Boyf had calmed down and decided not to go and run over the little sods. Whilst he chatted with them they heard that another unit had found the culprits and were giving them an earful - very little else they could do as the oldest was only 15 years old!!

Two weeks later, his passenger wing mirror was vandalised again but luckily not to the point of destruction. Two weeks after that we discovered someone had drawn pretty patterns with a key (or somthing similar) in the paintwork all up one side of his car.

One month ago i realised some cheeky bugger had worked on my car too and taken off the white casing from the drivers wing mirror! Not vandalised, not hit by a passing car, but carefully removed the casing - presumably as his/her own one had been damaged and needed a replacement.

Half an hour ago I came home from a night out and saw that someone had laid an advertising board across the roof of Boyf's car. Luckily he is still out and is oblivious to this fact as I gingerly removed it trying not to scrape the paintwork. It's dark - around midnight - and so i have no idea if it has done any damage to his car. If it hasn't then i may not tell him about it - he doesn't need the stress.

What is it with some people???? Every Friday and Saturday night when we retire to bed we're on tenterhooks everytime we hear someone walk up the street in groups of more than 2. I'm sure that 99% of them are purely in high spirits on their way home but that 1% are just looking for something to kick/thump/scrape or destroy. With every bump we hear we turn into curtain twitchers but never see anything untoward.

We don't live in the poshest part of town but we certainly don't live in the worst part either. There are dozens of cars up the street - some quite new and some quite old but none are burnt out or beaten up wrecks but for some reason the local empty-headed morons are fascinated by a little purple micra worth less than a holiday in the sun. But more to the point, if this is always being done by young teenagers (I don't know if that's true but given the previous history it's highly likely) why the hell are they roaming the streets at midnight???

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some goody-two-shoes but at 15 I was at home by midnight (actually well before midnight!) and if I wasn't my folks wanted to know where the hell I was and were ready to read the riot act. Why don't their parents care? And why do they get pleasure from deliberately vandalising other people's stuff. It's not a Porsche, it's not a brand new BMW, it's a 12 year old 1 litre micra for crying out loud so it can't be jealousy. Why aren't they touching the 3 year old Peugeot next to it, or the 5 year old Astra???

Even as I type I can hear the 'high-spirited' youngsters calling to each other up the street and i have to resist the urge to look out of the window. I hate to say it but I'm getting a little sick of London. I'm in poxy zone 4, not the centre of town, there are no pubs within a 25 minute walk of here and certainly no clubs so where are the little sods coming from? This is a new phenomenon, only within the last year at most...strangely ever since the worst of all 'estates' 3 miles away began to get emptied ready for demolition. Rumour has it they have moved several families from there into the council flats less than a mile from here. I hate to stereotype and would hope that it is merely a coincidence but you've got to admit there might be something in it...

I was no saint and neither were my friends but our thing usually involved being too noisy, playing with traffic cones and singing very loudly whilst walking home from the pub - hardly hanging offences. Even then, when we were stopped by the police for the 'noise' we tugged our forelock, tried not to laugh and prayed they wouldn't tell our parents. These days the cops are lucky not get a mouthful or a smack...

See, told you i was turning into Victor Meldrew...