Dockside Wandering

Went for a walk around the docks at lunchtime. I bumped into three guys I used to work with, who were also wandering around in an aimless Last Of The Summer Wine style: it seems that Going For A Stroll may be the new Going To The Pub.

Well, it was today anyway.

On the way back, I called into the local shop. The owner was telling me how he'd caught a kid shoplifting: when he'd shouted at her and told her to get lost, he'd been amazed when she'd said "You can't talk to me like that. I'll get my father on you."

Eeh, youth of today, eh? Maybe I'll change my blip name to Compo.