I note with extreme distaste that today is Friday.
For anyone living within hailing distance of central Glastonbury, that means only one thing this evening — shrieking, wailing, drunken, drugged-up local feral youth running wild in the streets, trashing everything they come across. Until three or four in the morning.
Vomit-trails throughout the town centre tomorrow.
Wall-to-wall pavement pizza.
A couple of weeks ago, on Friday night, apparently the town’s central car-park resembled “a war zone”. (I wasn’t there.) Three youths had to be hospitalized. I don’t know how many vehicles were trashed.
Why do we put up with this ?