Things we like about smalltown living Pt.1

Polite Kids Hey, it's Saturday night, and we're wandering between pubs, as is the way of our lives. And there's a group of kids, I say about 14, angel reckons 16, but whatever...they're sitting on the seats at the top of Brook Street, being bored, which is what teenagers do so well. And the usual calls go up for us to buy them a drink. Only, first, they tell us how much they like us. How they'll be our friends for ever. It's just so sweet. So, well, Ilkley... But, of course, helping them out would be illegal, and we're good people! Oh yes.