Yoots and parties in the pool area

WTF?

Sunday morning at 6am I went down for a swim. The noise told me there was a party going on in the pool area. Often I'd turn around and come back later, but that morning I wanted to swim. I went in to find about ten yoots. Okay, they weren't pleased to see me and they were loud, but for most of the time we ignored each other.

Then one of them decided to try intimidating me. Just ignore him, that's the best response, right? Clearly not. The intimidation escalates until ... I won they lost. One of the benefits of being a grumpy old man is that virgin yoots are scared of you.

Oh, you shout abuse and turn the lights off as you leave? Oh, aren't you big and tough!

Allez-allez!

Monday morning saw me coming down to the pool area to find that night's party was over. The contents of the toilets had obviously been used for fun and games. WTF? Who would get pleasure out of throwing crap around? I mean, infants might enjoy it, but would anyone old enough to recognise their image in a mirror want to see their face knowing they've touched shit?

WTF?

Oh look, someone vandalised one of the cameras today. Oh look, someone wrote graffiti on the wall at the weekend.

WTF?

Wait for it ... wait for it ... you can hear the landlords preparing their complaints, "why is nothing done to prevent this abuse!"

I don't know. You tell me.