Blonde's Eye View: Wasted on the youth

Large packs of marauding teens swagger about smelling of hormones and listening to tinny tunes on the loudspeakers of their phones.

Listless and bored they roam the streets, parks and shopping malls looking for things to break.

In my mind I mentally tick them off for wasting so much time.

I won't do it out loud, I'm too frightened I'll get stabbed. I'm even scared of the posh, floppy haired ones - I've seen Gossip Girl, I know what cruelty lurks beneath those designer clothes.

But to have so much free time! They could do something amazing: write a book, travel round the country, throw a charity event, start a company, get fit.

And I'm sure one or two of them could do with cleaning their room.

Six weeks. That's 42 days. Imagine what you could do with all that time? I could finish my "to do" list.

You could complete all those things you want to do, but never find the time for. Like colour co-ordinating your wardrobe. Actually I've already done that.

But other things, like hoovering behind the sofa, and re-tuning that missing music channel on Sky.

You could learn a language, enrol at Le Cordon Bleu cookery school, spend your days in art galleries and museums. I would rent a cottage by the sea and finish my book.

The world would be your oyster, rather than just your Oyster card.

Of course any holiday I do take, and my habits look strangely familiar, I lie in bed till 3pm, get drunk in the park and generally annoy everyone I know by moping about and wallowing in my free time. Youth is wasted on the young.