I am 24 and I have another knacker story.

I overheard a rather disturbing conversation between a knacker kid, a.k.a. "sprog", and his knacker mother, a.k.a. "Sprog-dropper".

The conversation went something like this....
S = Sprog (Approx age : 8 )
SD = Sprog-Dropper (Approx age : 35-40 )

S : Give us that loaf of bread.
SD : Leave it alone, will ya.
S : But I want a slice of bread.
SD : Don't take too much, then.
S : Ah christ! There's mould on the bread.
SD : Ah it can't be that bad.
S : There's f*cking white spots all over it.
SD : Thats not mould, its still okay.
S : That white sh!t isn't the bread, ma!
SD : I only opened it a few days ago, it should still be okay.
S : There's no f*cking way I'm eating that. Its covered in mould all over it, for f*ck sake!
SD : Ahh, be quiet. I'll clean it up when we get home.
S : And you can eat it yourself as well, I'm not going anywhere near that.

And now for a close-up look at the enemy.....