This New Year's Eve, I walked into town. The streets were full of half clothed, rowdy aggressive youngsters, with a few quiet families anxiously hurrying by; there was nothing going on at all; if it were not for the anglo-saxon expletives, the place would have been silent. I walked down to the harbour and was greeted by this quiet reflection, and all was well with the world again. It is a shame that the only thing for youngsters to do here is to get drunk of a New Year's Eve. They deserve better.
