It Ain't Happening Bro'

Today on Union Street, I was standing at the lights waiting to cross and there was a car stopped waiting to go.

The two guys in the car had the windows open with the hip hop music blasting out, the heavy bass bouncing round the street.

They both had one arm dangling out the window, their wrists hanging limply, held down by the enormous silver bracelets. Their hair was shaved to the bone, except for the top which was gelled forward giving a wee fringe straight across.

They were slouched so low in their seats and looked they must have had trouble seeing over the dashboard.

It would have been cool except for the fact it was two white guys in a Vauxhall Vectra.