Estuary towns

On the walk from the station to the hospital I'm currently at this morning I routinely pass groups of schoolchildren doing schoolchildren-y things: e.g. listing swearwords they know, smoking and showing off to one another.

Today was really special, though. At quarter to nine in the morning I passed three girls of 14 or 15, in school uniform, and as I passed one looked guilty and slung the can of white lightning they'd been swigging from onto the pavement.

Fucking white lightning! That's seven-point-five per cent of pre-school pre-alcoholism goodness.

A little voice in my head at that point said "welcome back to [name of awful town redacted]".