Never had that luxury. Went from being 17 and living at home with my own shop to being 18 living with a woman and her child and a full-time carer. I have never known such a precious thing as having a life *sniff*
I've got another GRRRRRRR (emphasis on the capitals). Walking down to the shops, I walked past a boy who couldn't have been older than 9/10. He was chatting to a bunch of his mates and I overheard him say (and I quote):
"...I can get away with loads of 'poop' because I'm black".
So I thought maybe, just maybe, that was out of context.
Chatting to one of the local mums and her kids a bit later, I find out that kid is also the same kind of kid that's going round punching bare wooden posts to harden his knuckles and getting into fights with the other kids locally . Came back from getting dinner tonight, saw him trying to practice a terrible attempt at mae geri his dad had taught him.
What the chuffin 'eck is his dad teaching him (in terms of morals and techniques)?!