Make the most of what's left of this week and the whole of next week because the school summer holidays are nearly upon us. That dreaded six weeks, when kids are free to cause havoc on our streets and in our town centres and parks, is drawing ever closer.

If you are like me, you dread the six weeks of hell that is the school summer break. In just over a week's time, our peace and tranquility will be wrecked by kids running riot in just about every public place.

Shopping malls will soon be awash with the unwashed offspring of parents who couldn't give a damn where their little cherubs hang out - as long as it isn't in their house.

The latchkey children will no longer be securely held behind the school gates and will soon have free reign to shatter the lives of OAPs, park keepers, shopkeepers, bus drivers and just about anyone else who savours peace and civility.

The free bus passes dished out to these little angels guarantees misery for commuters at all times of the day. The sanctuary that is 8.30am to 3.30pm will be revoked in ten days' time and, believe me, there will be no hiding place for any of us to run to.

For six whole weeks the top deck of the bus will be a no-go area for hundreds of thousands of people who do not appreciate shouting, swearing, snogging and spitting. The tinny din of mobile phones playing the latest strained efforts of one-hit wonders will drive the majority of us near to breaking point and far away from local parks and public transport. The kids know we will not complain for fear of verbal and/or physical abuse.

Oh, and the kids know their rights, innit?

Surely, six weeks is far too long for kids to be off school. I know the teachers like the long break and aren't going to complain; after all, the long holidays are the sole reason they became teachers in the first place. Naturally, the teachers always deny this, but they aren't exactly going to admit it, are they?

I can understand teachers yearning for the school holidays and living for the day when they can walk out of the school gates and not return for six whole weeks. I can imagine their joy when at they are at last able to spend some of their humongous salaries on expensive foreign holidays, far away from the feral yobbos and yobbettes with whom they are reluctantly forced to spend their miserable working days.

It's all right for the downtrodden, underappreciated, overpaid teachers - who pretend they aren't in the profession for the money and the time off - to jet off to sunnier climes, but the likes of you and me are left to deal with the consequences.

Let's take a moment to be honest about this. If trained teachers can't control the kids in their classrooms, how the hell are WE supposed to?

As I've already said, the kids of today know their rights all too well, as do their parents. Try giving a yob a clip round the ear these days and you'll be up in court faster than I can say Englebert Humperdinck.

The days when kids occupied their time without inflicting offence, causing criminal damage, going on shoplifting sprees or hurling abuse at a worried passenger who dares to suggest they vacate their seat on the bus for a pregnant woman, are long, long, gone.

During the school holidays, trips to the shops, cinema, swimming pool and park are not an option for so many people, especially pensioners.

Every school holiday, police officers and PCSOs (Plastic Coppers Suck Okay) brace themselves for the extra workload these little mites will heap upon them with their antisocial misbehaviour.

Forget about a bad Friday night in Dartford High Street because in comparison, the kids who are let loose to plague the decent, honest, hardworking and retired among us, cause more trouble than a Dartfordian after a night on the Stella Artois ever will.

Just remember this: during the school holidays, the kids rule, ok?