I’ve just been out for a walk, and around the other side of the estate I encountered a bunch of young boys skateboarding. Aha!, I thought. The youth of today. Some of them are even wearing hoodies. Obviously these are the people that the Daily Mail is always warning us about. Doubtless they should be served with an ASBO or something before they knife someone.

The kids could doubtless see that I was wearing an MP3 player. But I am an old lady, so they probably figured that I was listening to Bing Crosby, Tom Jones, Bob Dylan or some similar old fart that no one cares about these days.

Close. I was listening to Mott the Hoople. Music that was current when I was in school. Into my ear, Ian Hunter warbled the following sweet and gentle lyrics:

Get off my back or I’ll attack, ‘n I don’t owe you nothin’
Head for your hole, you’re sick and you’re old
‘N I’m here to tell you something
Violence, violence
It’s the only thing that’ll make you see sense

Yep, kids were so much better behaved in my day.