F&@K! I’m emotionally middle-aged

The yoot have tagged up North Dulwich station. And for the first time I heard my inner-fogey loud and clear. An unmistakable “Tut!” uttered silently, but forcefully, to no-one in particular.

My appreciation of youthful self-expression, mischief and spraycan handling completely vanished. Probably hanging out somewhere shabby (but wildly exciting) with my long-lost ability to stay up all night being an idiot.

Obviously I’m not condoning vandalising property in any form, merely self-reflecting on the nature of attitudes and ageing.

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