Two men on the bus on Sunday night, late twenties, sartorially challenged, munching their slack-jawed way through bags of crisps and bottles of Lucozade. One has a carrier bag full of cans of Grolsch. They are discussing the ladies they are going to woo this evening:
Man 1: Harriet's going to be there
Man 2: What's she like?
Man 1: Rank. Big tits.
Man 2: You going to do her?
Man 1: Yeah probably
Lucky Harriet!
Second conversation - in a lift with two staffers on one of the nation's favourite women's magazines. One says to the other: "Is the models size 00?". They then launched into a conversation about how which of them is a size eight and which a six.
What is this country coming to, etc...
