My wife gets the train from Matlock some nights and dreads stopping at Matlock Bath during school hols because that’s when the ill mannered scummage get on with their kids.
The kids are spaced out on Slush Puppies and candy floss; overexcited from the shite that is Gulliver´s Kingdom, while mum and this month’s bloke are pissed from The Fountain.
As soon as the doors slide shut the carriage takes on the atmosphere of a chippie. The ill managed brattage runs up and down the corridor screaming and if the do manage to come down for several minutes it’s to stand on the seat looking back on my hatchet faced missus. Then it´s kick the seats or bounce back constantly against the seat back.
Mum and/or bloke will try to discipline the child by use of “f***er” or “c**t” (honest). Should the brats be unresponsive to their handlers then they’re immediately rewarded with Pick and Mix, a can of liquid sugar or Ginsters.
A couple of years ago I was in JD Sports. (I’ve had a couple of pairs of innexpensive Gortex trail shoes in the past.) Brat was in a push chair while teenage mum tried some trainers on him while bloke watched. Poor kid was kicking up a fuss. Teenage mum’s response was “right, no Macdonalds for you.”