About 4 minutes ago, this bag of rubbish was being kicked down the street outside our house, so I leant out of the window and shouted at the perpetrator. (It looks a lot worse in real life, and is blowing down the street in the high winds that are affecting the UK right now).
I say to the young fool who is kicking it: "Oi! What the hell are you doing?"
He answers, "Having a good time, Mate".
I ask, "Are you a University Student?"
He answers, "No. I am a Marine".
I will forget him a lot sooner than his great grand-Father, and I am sure he that he may have served his country well, but ... oh I don't know ... I have my doubts.
I would have gone downstairs to argue (yes, I am that foolish), but his mate dragged him away.
Oh, I am so depressed, this day of all days.