On a late bus home last night some knobhead at the back was playing reggae at considerable volume.
I didn't risk a glance round at the culprit for fear of catching the eye of a nutter or surly piss-head - but I took a good look through the window after I'd alighted.
The music-blaring ignoramus turned out to be a tiny girl of about 13, who nervously returned my stare and then, as the bus pulled away, stuck out the tip of a timid, little tongue in my direction.
