Home.

You know the place: the leafy, green surburbian road, lined with lush trees, and no-one locks their door. Children play happily in the street, and the sun shines as you take a bus-ride into town. Maybe you'll enjoy a drink with friends in the evening, before tucking youself in at night.

Sadly, now it is a thing of the past. No-one leaves their door open, anymore, because quite simply, you can ensure that simple valuable possessions will disappear with even a quick trip to the bathroom.

Children in the street no longer ride tricycles or push prams. Their most valued possessions are the things they are adorned in: Burberry, Elizabeth Duke gold, and Nike Shox.

Taking the bus is no walk in the park, either. There's a man at the back of the bus, spitting on the floor, making a horrible noise with his throat. Kkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrggggggggh. Someone is arguing with the driver, because he needs to pay an extra 25p. And there is a chav, listing to shite (Dance?) music without the aid of headphones. But nobody says anything, because everyone knows,the power structure has changed.

A night out has changed over the last ten years. I used to enjoy a nice bar with my friends, drinking for pleasure, and we'd take the bus home. Not anymore. Maybe my tastes have changed? I still drink for pleasure (never to excess), but never until 6 in the morning. I never staggered home and punched some random person on the way, and I make sure I haven't left my keys in the front door.

How did this happen? In the words of V, it was you.