My hometown was rough because teddy boys and mods and rockers off the cargo ships from Glasgow and the docks and slums of England rocked the streets and knocked the local toughs out silly with their knuckledusters. They also slashed them with their razors and their chains. Yeah, but my friends and I had a revolver when we were kids and we used to try and shoot out streetlights on dark and stormy nights. We missed, but we could have shot those boaties close up for all their street frights and all their ****** peccadilloes like ******* local girls and leaving a league of nations in their wake. We didn't pull the trigger there, but they shouldn’t have got away with snickering among themselves that they could pull girls’ knickers down when they wanted, and scare us with their their flick knives. We let them get away with thinking we were easy pickings in that small town where I was born. But it’s just as well, really. I'm glad we didn't take their lives.
Mike T Minehan
True story. I lived my early years in a seaside city in New Zealand when there was a constant stream of cargo ships for the frozen meat and timber trade. And a constant stream of 'boaties' from these cargo ships, some of whom might have been OK, but they seemed to us then to be the flotsam and jetsam of the seven seas.