My Friday nights being as exciting as they are, I was sauntering down to the Indian takeaway when two young girls ran across the road. by young, I mean they were young children, and they obviously didn't have much road sense. They approached me asking for money for the bus home to a neighbouring town but when I asked about their parents, where they live etc., they then said their mother was coming for them and they actually wanted money for something to eat. Something obviously wasn't right. They were too young (eight) to be out alone so late (half-nine), they weren't dressed for the weather and they didn't live where they said they did; or probably didn't. Got them into the warmth of the chippie across the road and bought them both a Cornetto (typical kids, who else would want an ice cream when it's freezing, blowing a gale and likely to rain?) - to keep them occupied while I phoned the police to pick them up and take them home. During the wait different versions of events came out - they were sisters/ friends, lived together/ close by, and lived either in a neighbouring town or one of two schemes in my town. Little fibbers, probably nervous about the shit they'd get when the police drop them off at home. To keep them occupied the owner of the chippie gave them both some chips and helped keep them busy talking to keep them from straying. Eventually two coppers tipped up and knew them straight away - hanging around chip shops and blagging money and freebies is what they do of an evening. So, apart from being scammed by a couple of 8 year-olds and what a mug I am, what hope is there for anyone who's not a predatory paedophile and doesn't want to read about the two kids he saw the night before ending up knocked down/ drowned/ remains found in someone's cellar? Fucking parents should be kicked to death. By me, as recompense for the £2 I wasted. Junky bastards, probably.