At my girlfriend’s house tonight and I look outside and see these three guys hanging out in the street, looking to be in their late teens-early twenties. They’re there for ages so I pay no attention.

I’m in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine when I realise there’s a commotion in the living room. Apparently one of the guys decided leave, and backed into his friend’s car.  Everyone’s watching.

The driver then decides to reverse down the street instead of turning around. He’s going at a pace and is heading for a direct collision with MY car which by the way has been freshly painted. I let out a scream and that stops him in his tracks. His stupefied friends are still studying the bumper he hit and only realise after my scream that he was about to hit another car.

He straightens his trajectory and reverses down the street and onto the main road at which point he screeches out leaving only dust in his wake. When one of my (male) friends asks what the hell is wrong with him I reply, “Youth and testosterone.”