Just to reiterate what I've just posted above, my other half has just been to the coop shop for me, on returning she tells me of this little lad about 5 or six year old terrorising pedestrians on the pavement with his bike, i.e. everybody jumping out of the little tow rags way, on her way back she's confronted with this little brat, but Joan ain't for moving and stands her ground, the brat then shouts at her get out the Effing way, I beg your pardon, I'll wash your mouth out with soapy water, F off and get out the way, Joan is unmoved, just then out pops mum, fag in hand, rollers up, its about time somebody stood up to him she says, Joan says its called parental control love, which apparently is one skill you have failed to acquire, mum drags kid in of the bike, score one for the good guys, boom boom
