Yeh gotta admit Drapes
it is quite amusing when I see tourists down the pub
chatting up stunning girlyboys because the drunk chatteruppers aren't aware
of the nuances to look for as to whether the chatteruppees are for real or has
a nasty surprise when they get back to his hotel room both pissed as newts.
Can't say I'm a very noble generous bloke at work - but I do help out elderly
folks esp those who have been obviously pushing shit uphill all their lives. All
them iPhone'd and Blue Tooth'd under 40 youngsters can sort out their own
problems if they end up in the poo. Its character-building.
Then again young big-boobed lassies are afforded attention if they appear to
be in trouble (aka vulnerable to rescuers in shiny gold braid!)