If you can't find anything to feel persecuted and victimised over, you can just make something up
Published 22/08/2016 | 02:30
In my lifetime, I've been flashed at seven times. Unsavoury highlights include missing a plane because of a man revealing himself to me en route to the airport and being exposed at twice in one day - once from a guy inside a car, then a few hours later in the middle of the baths in Budapest.
Back home, I've been called a tranny and when I used to host a karaoke night, a half-dozen or so people thought I was a man.
It's grotesque and offensive, but when I multiply days in the year with my age and humans I have encountered on the street in my life, it's an insignificant number of people who have been rude or perverted. I also join every living person who has been subjected to rude and vile sexist, racist or moronic jibes for no reason.