and at 8.30am.

now, maybe, MAYBE if i'd been wearing some kind of slutty low cut top which let me boobs jangle and bounce around everywhere, maybe THEN i could have accepted (but also been annoyed by) the fact that some bloody eejit shouted this at me in the street.

but, given i was wearing a full black winter coat, buttoned up to my neck.... wtf?

WHY? and why is it necessary?

an old flatmate of mine, who was quiet in every sense of the word, confessed to me once that if he was in his car and saw a fit girl walking down the street, he'd beep at her. and i was embarrassed for him.