The youth of today

[Nick]

I may have been exceptional (but I know I wasn't) in that on leaving school I took a year off, bummed around Europe on next to nothing for a year and then moved myself to London, aged 19, to go to University.

I managed my money, found places to live, made friends, cooked, did my own laundry and did my university work.

This morning Mrs Nick has a meeting with some of her students. All are presently on a year at the University of Seville. (Sunshine, SPain, general loveliness). All are supported by European money  to spend time there. Accommodation is found for them.Lectures are put on their timetables. All they have to do is hang around and learn Spanish. What a joy.

No

The little dears are unhappy. They can't make friends  They don't like Seville  They don't like the university  They find it all a bit "strange"

All of them are over 20 years old. One is 25.

All of them are bringing their MOTHERS to the meeting

What kind of generation has been bred here!!??

[Uncle Mort]

<GOBSMACKED>

I don't supposes Mrs Nick can tell them how fortunate they are either for fear of hurting their feelings.

[Nick]

I am awaiting a report of the meeting. It is happening currently.

[Barman]

There must be a money-making scheme here... 

[Snoopy]

 

[Nick]

There must be a money-making scheme here... 

Only if I can get hold of the mothers

[Bar Wench]

How can Mrs Nick be meeting with them if they are in Seville? 

[Snoopy]

[Barman]

She is a Barber...

[Bar Wench]

Ahhhhh!

To be fair to them, it is difficult. I remember when I left Spain to come over here for Uni I was sodding miserable. And I used to be quite a sociable individual. But being that far away from the familiar in a different cultural setting can do strange things to a persons mind. Although I am suprised it is all of them.

[Snoopy]

We are going through agonies with the THW about similar issues. I have been forced to point out that at her age (14.75yrs) I had already submitted my application to the RAF for an apprenticeship and within five months of my 15th Birthday had taken all the apptitude/personality/pychological/medical tests (7 days of testing at RAF Cardington) and was waiting for my rail warrant to whisk me away from home for many years. In fact I never returned to home as such except as an occasional visitor.

[Bar Wench]

My Dad pointed out the same things to me. I pointed out that perhaps had he not made home such a pleasant place to be perhaps I would have wanted to leave ASAP too.



See what I did there. Kissing up and getting my own way all at the same time! 

[Snoopy]

   And you haven't changed at all.

[Bar Wench]

It is my system and it works. 

[Nick]

They have flown home to be with their mummies!#
























































The stupid useless tits!