Wasting My Hate

You wanna know what I hate more than anything else in the world? Student-types. Case in point: Today was the first nice day of the year, a bit cloudy, but the sun was pushing through, making Liverpool's gray exterior glisten, and warming its creamy centre. As I have to walk through the university campus to get pretty much anywhere, I often come across students. Now, during the winter months they're mostly inoffensive, wrapped up against the biting winds and rain, scuttling from one building to another, maybe handing out flyers for a protest no one will attend. Unfortunately, that couldn't last. With the good weather comes the blossoming of what I like to refer to as "The Twats." I was walking into town today to pick up a few things, when I passed Abercromby Square, which is a patch of grass that belongs to the university, its got a few flower beds and is quite nice to look at, not today. It was overrun by studenty types! I couldn't believe it, I've never seen so many long haired, beardy, hemp necklaced, corduroy wearing, prats in all my life. What makes it worse is that they were broken off in small groups, all of which were sitting in a circle listening to one of them play an accoustic guitar! What the fuck? I can think of a million better ways to spend a lovely spring afternoon than listen to some beardy knob twang his way through Norweigan Wood. It just drives me insane, these are the types of people that love and cherish their time at university. Their parents don't understand them, they listen to U2, and smoke dope on weekends. They grow their hair long as an outdated symbol of rebellion, sticking it to the man. If I were the man, I'd kick them in the nuts. A word of warning, if you're ever sitting in a park and a corduroy'd beardy long haired student type pulls out a guitar, please, please, please, take it and break it over his head, and know that somewhere, I'll be smiling.