LITTER louts never cease to amaze me.

I walked along Bradshawgate this week to see people resting on the benches provided surrounded by a sea of discarded fag ends and food wrappings -- with a litter bin just an arm's length away. I cannot compehend such a mentality. It makes me wonder what the inside of their homes look like.

I also noticed that yobs have ripped off three sections of the Railway Road car park barrier. What thrills do they get from such pointless destruction?