judging a book by it's cover

I do not like to think of myself as one who makes assumptions about a person's character based solely upon their appearance.

However.

Very close cropped hair, crisp check shirt with collar open far enough to see the neck tattoo of the Southern Cross (have a look at the Australian flag if you want to know what that looks like) and another tattoo, this one on the forearm, saying "only God can judge me." A bottle in a brown paper bag which suggests (though it could have bee Perrier) that he was on the sauce before noon. His mate was not as stereotypically iffy, and to be fair, when a bus arrived at the stop they were skulking at they did let a woman who had turned up after them climb aboard first. Mind you, she did have a nice arse...

I did struggle not jumping to conclusions about their views on sport and immigration, the age at which they'd left school and the qualifications they had collected. Sad but true; at least I have awareness of self.

The guys reminded me somewhat of some of the In-ger-land football fans I saw arriving in Stuttgart (I think) as my brother and I were about to leave after the Croatia vs. Australia match and before England played Ecuador in the last World Cup. I mean, we didn't see them do anything out of order, but fucking hell there were some shifty looking characters out front of the bars...