Once, out with Club, we walked down from the RFH (never get off the boat!) and strolled down the ancient stone steps onto the Thames Beach. This is a pebble beach accessible at low tide that someone has covered in sand.
The beach was full of 14 year old kids all racing around screaming their heads off. We assumed they were on Crystal Meth (aren't all kids these days?) and proceeded to attempt to buy some off them. Mike tried to chat them up. They divided themselves into three gangs: The Sea Horses, the Sea Crabs and the Sea Urchins. We never fully understood the significance of the gang nomenclature as our enquiry into that and into the possibility of them sharing their 'ice' came to an abrupt end when one of the urchins piped up 'er, hello Mr Grumbridge'.
We soon realised that we were in fact 'hanging out' with (and in Mike's case 'chatting up') friends of our daughters. Luckily we discovered they weren't on Crystal Meth afterall; just Red Bull and Pro-plus.
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