On my way home, Dublin was full of kids. Drunk kids. At about 1 in the morning. I assume some school or other had its last day today. Bloody terrifying. For whatever reason, the ones from the suburbs seem to be worse than the locals when they're in town.
It's funny; in the time I've been living in the city center, often going home at unsociable hours, I've never felt threatened by anyone over 20. It's always the kids. Irish kids, at that; you hear a lot about the evil violent foreigners from the right-wing loons who adorn our newspapers, but I've never seen it myself.
This isn't a groundless fear or anything, either; they can act pretty threatening, especially late at night. As I mentioned earlier in the year, one of them robbed me with a knife.
What I wonder is do people get a bit more sense as they get older, or is it just a ripple of anti-social behaviour moving up through society? I hope the former; quite frankly I could do without 30 year olds roaming the streets in packs blind drunk and shouting at people in a few years. As it is, most older people are more or less aimiable drunks.
Our society's obesity epidemic has its charms, though. If you simply maintain a brisk pace, whole groups generally can't keep up.