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Tonight I experienced a curious and apparently growing trend in youth culture that from now on I’m choosing to call being “Drive-By Queer-Guyed”.

This is the interesting phenomenon of being offered helpful personal lifestyle advice, unsolicited, by a carload of well turned out young bucks, as they head towards a respectable evening of late-night masses and whatnot.

Admittedly, the distance between us, and the speed at which they were going drowned the actual tips out. Apparently, and I can understand it, good boys such as these are sensibly cautious of the sort of people walking around town at 10.30pm on a Sunday night, and the fact that they were all strapping lads, and I am about the size of a midget was no indication that I wasn’t dangerous, so I can understand why they wouldn’t have stopped, but I’m glad their sense of civic duty overcame their fear.

All I actually heard was something along the lines of: “I’ve got a big plastic cock between my legs [something something] cock for you your cock”

I think I heard it wrong, because that would seem to be the gibbering of a semi-literate pack of retard-monkeys.

I know it seemed like the lads were probably engaging in good-natured male bonding and I was the unwitting recipient of some crass street banter, but I choose to think the best of people, and I think their spirit was in keeping with the fine chaps on the show.

So there you have it… next time you’re feeling helpful, be sure to Drive-By Queer-Guy someone who looks like their life needs the overhaul only a gang of big twats with each other’s dicks in their hands can deliver.