Sunday, 8 March 2015

Dealing with obnoxious young people at a concert (or just about anywhere)

Yesterday I went to a concert with my other half. It started about 4pm. Five minutes after we arrived the row in front, behind and to our left filled up with young people who looked like they’d been imported in from The Only Way Is Essex – all hair extensions, checked shirts and screechy vowels. […]

from Laura McInerney

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