Back home from our marathon trip, and it seems that we’ve been missing interesting announcements back home whilst we’ve been in Japan. According to the BBC:
Thousands of teenagers had a total of 5,171 litres of alcohol confiscated in a summer crackdown on binge drinking, the government has said.
As part of a £1.4m campaign, more than 3,500 youngsters in 69 “priority areas” of England were stopped between July and September.
What I love about this, from an Abel-can-pervert-anything-to-create-scene-potential perspective is the subsequent comment, though: apparently “more than 1,800 parents were informed”.
Not only, it seems was young Haron not studying in the library on the evening in question – but she was with that boy she promised she wouldn’t ever see again. And – shock, horror – she’s not teetotal after all. Indeed (gasps of horrified astonishment) she must have been buying booze underage. Get upstairs immediately, young lady…
Oh Haron, you are in Trouuuble!
Strangely enought, Abel, you are describing a normal night in my small town for teens. Underage booze buying, teenage drinking, getting chased by cops who don’t know the back roads as well as the teenagers do, hoping mom and dad don’t find out that you were out partying in the wild that night, and laughing at the carful of girls who had been stupid enough to get caught by the cops and brought home to their very unhappy parents at 2:00 a.m.
(not that I would have known anything about that in my wilder, younger days)