Once upon a time there was an open field in what was supposed to be a quiet residential area. And in that open field there was a youth club that held musical extravaganzas of an undefinable nature. They had a hired singer in a hired blazer. They had a band that used electrodrums or octopads or whatever they're called. They had loudspeakers. Most importantly, they had Enthusiasm. The police didn't care and everyone swore under their breath (sometimes they were infinitely more vocal), but no one ever did anything. And so the world lived through its share of headaches and brain damage. But one fine day they conducted their programme on a Sunday afternoon, following their earlier successes with keeping the neighbourhood up till two thirty AM on saturday nights.

It was then that Mr. Civic Sense made his appearance.
He was bold.
He was righteous.
He was indignant.



Not that it helped. He got beaten up by a vision with blond streaks and an Undertaker Tshirt.