1994 and I’m eleven. Local girls my age in rural estate don’t dare kick the shit out of me because I’m already nearly six foot. They wait until I leave the park to let my mum know I’m alright (I had to show my face every hour so she knew I was safe), then they pin down my two (younger and smaller) friends, and force poisonous berries down their throats. Friends end up in hospital with stomachs pumped, one nearly dies.
I did my silver Duke of Edinburgh award when I was around 14 in 1997. Near where we camped in the Forest of Dean one night was another group of kids of a similar age. We met up that evening, and were having a good time until one of our group made a pass at one of the boys (who happened to be the boyfriend of one of the girls). Things turned awkward and we said goodnight, apologising and beating a hasty retreat. Woke up at 3am to our tents being kicked in, by what felt like baseball bats or similar. Some bruises and a fracture but luckily nothing serious.
My mates and I got mugged in 1999 by a bunch of lads the same age as us (15-16) at knifepoint on the back of the bus in Cheadle.
In 2002, I was eighteen and working in the Hogshead pub in Wilmslow. I remember Friday nights we’d finish up closing the bar after time was called by midnight and then we’d head over to Waverley’s/Bank Square on the corner. I remember standing in an island in the middle of the road, and watching carnage at 2.15am, after the club shut. At least six police vans, women and men urinating in the gutter and fights everywhere. Like over a dozen. This was pretty standard. Most were my age. Saturday nights and there was a gang of teenagers that would force drinkers to go to the cashpoint and withdraw all their money, or they’d beat them close to death. Wilmslow…isn’t exactly rough lol.
I was at Download Festival in 2006 when rolling fights erupted between younger emos and metalheads. They started a lot of fires, and I remember watching them spreading through the campsite towards us and wondering at what point we’d need to pack up and run. Twenty minutes was the answer. Still shocked no-one got hurt.
In 2011, when my other half and I had just started dating, we had those riots from teenagers in a lot of the major cities.
I remember getting my best mate through the back streets of Manchester to Viccy station before making my way back to Piccadilly (misspent youth hanging about the dodgy end of town paid off as I knew the alleys like the back of my hand unlike the rioters).
They were setting shops on fire and their parents were driving them in and telling them what shops to hit.
I remember being really worried about my other half because he lived in some high rise flats above a PC World in Leeds, and I was terrified they’d set that on fire.
My brother lived in Birmingham and he said he saw them picking up a woman and throwing her into a plate glass window while he was on the other side.
There is a certain minority that causes trouble…but I think they’ve always been there. I just don’t know if they’ve really become worse or whether we’re hearing more about it now we’re permanently attached to the news and social media.
Also, I sound like I was always looking for trouble. I really wasn’t. It’s just always been there. Violence amongst and by teenagers was a permanent undercurrent in both rural and urban settings but I never really thought anything of it. It was just…life.
I wouldn’t have gone to Maccy Dees by myself either!