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On the perils of getting older...
Feb. 28th, 2009 09:41 pmIt must be a sign of getting old, when you get online to complain about the young people who live next door!
The party last night was a bit more dramatic than the last ones have been. I don't know if there were a load of gate-crashers or what, but by about 10pm the noise of the music was totally drowned out by the sound of drunken roaring and hooting. Then about 10:30pm someone called the police (not me - I was in the bath!). Them next door did the right thing and turfed everyone out after this, whereupon we had a load of drunken youths wandering about in the street chanting 'F- the police'. Charming, although a bit scary at the time. I was glad the police had actually gone at this point. Fortunately they broke up and disappeared down the street fairly shortly after this, although there was still a bit of shouting going on until about midnight.
We were just glad we didn't make the evening news :-). Maybe if some poor sod hadn't been stabbed on Hindley St we might have. Mind you, it was not quite as dramatic as the time we lived in Canberra and some guy stood in the street wailing up to his ex-girlfriend, and begging her to take him back. Then someone else came out to tell him off, and they got into a fight, and then the police came, and left without getting the guy to go away. That went on until 2am, and I had to go to work the next day. I remember telling my supervisor about it, and she thought it was romantic! If I was the ex-girlfriend I certainly wouldn't have been motivated to take him back!
Ah, the young people of today....
Actually I think I began to exhibit the true sign of aging many years ago - becoming intolerant of the behaviour of teenagers on buses. Possibly while I was still a teenager, come to think of it....
The party last night was a bit more dramatic than the last ones have been. I don't know if there were a load of gate-crashers or what, but by about 10pm the noise of the music was totally drowned out by the sound of drunken roaring and hooting. Then about 10:30pm someone called the police (not me - I was in the bath!). Them next door did the right thing and turfed everyone out after this, whereupon we had a load of drunken youths wandering about in the street chanting 'F- the police'. Charming, although a bit scary at the time. I was glad the police had actually gone at this point. Fortunately they broke up and disappeared down the street fairly shortly after this, although there was still a bit of shouting going on until about midnight.
We were just glad we didn't make the evening news :-). Maybe if some poor sod hadn't been stabbed on Hindley St we might have. Mind you, it was not quite as dramatic as the time we lived in Canberra and some guy stood in the street wailing up to his ex-girlfriend, and begging her to take him back. Then someone else came out to tell him off, and they got into a fight, and then the police came, and left without getting the guy to go away. That went on until 2am, and I had to go to work the next day. I remember telling my supervisor about it, and she thought it was romantic! If I was the ex-girlfriend I certainly wouldn't have been motivated to take him back!
Ah, the young people of today....
Actually I think I began to exhibit the true sign of aging many years ago - becoming intolerant of the behaviour of teenagers on buses. Possibly while I was still a teenager, come to think of it....
