God save me from audacious male galoots. Make that Galoots.  Indeed make that GALOOTS.  You’d get more sense out of a pod of potato seeds. In fact you’d get more sense from a conversation with an acid tab sitting on the shelf of a fridge untouched by human tongue.

I’d like to say I’ve encountered enough of the above, therefore if you are one, do not make yourself known to me. Find a milk float and join the bottles, they’ll make a remarkably similiar clank, clank, clank noise.

If you are a female audacious galoot: ditto.