But Local Gay Kid is a new phenomenon. He was whizzing around on his roller blades the other night with all the other kids (roller blades are so back in this year, have you noticed?) but he was doing so much more. He was speed-skating with all the left/right/left sweeping arm movements that a pro would do, and his stopping had a flourish to it, rather than the skid-stop of the other kids. I named him Local Gay Kid, and wished him luck. Today he was on his blades and dragging a girl round (also on blades, not just actually carting her along) and at first sight he looked to be just 'dragging her along', on a string. But they were doing moves. When you watched for a while, he was dragging her and then moving the rope to do an actual dance-like swirl, an acrobatic swirling around. What had looked like a kid in a grey tracksuit dragging a mate around on roller skates with a bit of rope was clearly nothing of the sort. Good luck, Local Gay Kid. Good on you.
But while I have been writing this I went to the shop and managed to get ripped off. Small child in front of me at the till, maybe 10 or 12 at most. He had two confectionery items. "£1.10" says the guy. "Oh, I thought it was £1" says the kid sadly, and looks around, even more sadly. So of course I offer the 10p, the kid runs off happily, and the shop bloke sighs and says "he does that every time you know?"
So now I'm obviously torn between admiring the entrepreneurship of the little twat, or just thinking 'you little twat.'