Feral Litter Louts

At teatime yesterday I walked down to Cosham for a Tesco 'shop'. Abandoned on the side of Wymering Lane was a ladies bike, probably stolen. My route then takes me through Fairfield Square where a diagonal paved path crosses a huge area of grass. At the central point there is a seat where the youngsters hang out and drink. They smash glass bottles on the path, there are shards everywhere. The pavement along the Southampton Road is strewn with litter, mostly fast food debris. I passed a group of teenage girls, none of which were wearing warm clothes. They moaned about how cold it was, while pulling at their flimsy clothes, I guess to cover them selves better. Peer pressure ia a terrible thing. I don't suppose it was because they couldn't afford coats, it was more like coats aren't a fashion accessory. Cosham High Street is similarly decorated with rubbish. Where I see liquid running down from bin areas I always wonder if it was because someone has urinated. Blue and white paint had been spilled on the pavement, then bikes had been ridden through it. Some of the paint had been covered by sand. At least none of the glass in the bus shelters had been smashed.

Why Do Things Break Down Simultaneously?

The Camper Van and the Clio always seem to break down at the same time leaving me without transport. It's a good job I live on a bus route and near the train station

My Freeview boxes of which I have three, go wrong at the same time. Fortunately I know my way round my home entertainment system so I can usually fix things.

The last time the one in the living room played up I was astonished to see how much dust had accumulated on the equipment. My set is TV, Freeview STB, dvd recorder and a Tivo.

To clean up I have to pull out the TV stand - it's heavy as I still have an old fashioned bulky TV sitting on top.

I hate this job because behind the TV is a jumble of cables, a mixture of scarts, aerial and power. I've marked most of them so I know what goes where.

I always say a little prayer when I re-assemble and then hold my breath when I switch it back on.

I'm always amazed as to how emotionally draining this little exercise is.

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