Bonfires

So I'm driving along in my automobile, my imaginary friend beside me at the wheel.
We were going so fast we didn't realise the bonfire outside the flats was really alive.

At nine o'clock the other night I'm driving through the north side of Dublin. The council of the area in their generosity and using my money have built a lovely basketball court with a grassy area with goals alongside it for the kids to play on. It's a sh1t cool looking court and I wouldn't mind it outside my front door. To my amazement there are two little gurriers with a bonfire going full blast in the middle of the pitch. They are no more than fifteen. What surprises me though is that the pitch is like the San Siro, it is surrounded on three sides by flats. Why are there no parents out telling them to put it out, they're destroying the pitch? Is everyone too scared of the little scumbags even at that age? Makes me sick. I'm going to be classist here. You've middle class parents working away to pay for Mikey and Becky to do all sorts of after school activities with feckall basketball and football courts appearing in those neighbourhoods... these gobsh1tes have it and they decide to build a bonfire on it and it is not even Halloween! Just doesn't seem fair.