Chavs, proud parent and boredom

Half a dozen chavs beat up my son in a crowded town centre market earlier on today because he leapt to the defence of a gay friend.

I am so terribly proud of him, the fact that the friend is gay is not really relevant, it’s that he is not afraid to stand up for what is right.

Those Chavs best not let me near them … not that I can do any more than Matt did and they’d probably beat me up to but I’d make a mess of some of them at least.

As usual, no witnesses. The police asked Matt for a description of them, he said they wore baseball caps, their socks were on the outside of their Adidas track suits, there was Burberry somewhere, they were right handed and none of them had a brain that he was aware of … seemed like a fair description to me.

I have time on my hands … as was pointed out earlier, yet I have no idea what to do with it. I think I have got so used to not doing anything that it’s just easier now not to think of an alternative!

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