Mine is a mono generational location populated by hordes of persons in the 18 - 21 age range.
I emerge from my front door, walk down the path, open the gate, look right look left and right again etc. When the coast is clear, I step out to the pavement. I need to avoid collision with a steady procession of bloody students who traipse past my home on their way to the bus stop.
Do they make me feel ancient or keep me feeling young? It depends on whether I'm having a bad hair day.
All those girls in the local Sainsbury's with their skinny vests and their skinny denim skirts and their skinny silver flippy floppy shoes. Oh and their pert boobs and peachlike arses and shiny swinging hair. When they meet a pal (as they always do) they stop, chat and completely block the aisle. Their voices go up at the end of sentences in that annoying way.
The lads all look alike, boring and full of themselves. Usually they are straight from the gym, pitch or court and dressed in shiny fibres or tasteless sweats.
When the sun's out they all buy massive packs of lager and 'basics' range barm cakes and burgers. They look as though they are all off to have a fine time ... Oh how I hate them.
However, there are advantages to living in studentville:
4 We have the best bus route in Europe
4 The Guardian costs 25p at the local newsagents
4 We are surrounded by pubs, bars, takeaways, restaurants, Wetherspoons, Starbucks with Tesco and Sainsbury's on the corner.
But the best thing - When they go home (like now) we have it all to ourselves.
We look forward to seeing posters like these.