Speaking of parental responsibility reminds me of when I had my bicycle stolen from my previous house. I’d nipped out on my then monster S4 and when I got back the bike was gone from the garage. So I thought I’d go over to the other side of the tracks so see if I could find it. And there was this young lad outside a pub riding it round the car park. I pulled up along side him and shouted at him to get off. Startled he fell off ran away and disappeared. Now I was in a quandary, one motorbike and one bicycle and home being about a mile away. My concerns were short lived though, the cheeky little bastard had gone in to the pub, telling his dad and his mates he’d just been mugged! So all these meat heads in various states of intoxication square up to me demanding I give my bike back to the poor lad! Weighing up the odds I quickly give it up realising this could turn out very bad for me. So there you have it, one cunt of a dad teaching the next generation how to go about being a first class cunt. Of course I’m over it now!