Tsk, the yoof...

Tsk. You'd think they own the place. With their slim, toned bodies. Loud, happy, youthful voices. Sweet alcoholic drinks. Spicy hand-rolled cigarettes. And loud waterproof bluetoof speakers for the yoof. Tsk. 

Tsk. They seem to be everywhere the noisy feckers. 

Earlier at Seapoint there must have been at least 200 of them noisily splashing in the water (extra). Tsk. 

Then I found out that Mimi was one of the splashy gang. 
I promptly dropped the Tsks and switched to Aw, the yoof. 
Only young once you see. They're dead right I reckon. They're working hard on their Leaving Cert revisions. They're well entitled to a bit of aquatic fun. They're not causing anyone any harm. 
I love to hear their youthful laughter echoing on the seafront. 
Aw, the youth...