My son James, who shall remain nameless, is an Air Cadet in Sarfffend. I collected him in the Iltis once and while I waited two female cadets came out, one of whom was, shall we say (carefully - given the watershed) stunning. "I'll have to make friends with whoever gets in that" she said...Queue arrival of said yoof. I tell him of this conversation in my best "go on my son!" voice. What did he say? "Please don't pick me up in this, it's embarrassing".
Still, he doesn't carry knives or use crack.................................yet.