Driving to work, the morning radio show is on. This one is hosted by a married Compatrido couple: the drag in their speech (unlike the Outposters’ vocal hopscotch when they speak Compatridese) and the smartarse sense of humour would give them away, anyway.
At 7:45 they comment on gay rights in the context of dark (butt)holes, stereotypically hystrionic queerboys (they actually used the word), dressing in drag (in tights, more specifically) and kids without a mum (hypothetically adopted by two gay men, that is).
Think about it:
a foreign couple with a radio show on a major radio station (Energy) abusing gay people at 7:45 am.
“Beat that!”, said Jod.
At 8:10, when I was parking, they were still on air. You should have figured that out. I did not ring the station to protest: they would reply that I take good-natured humour too seriously, or (worse! god forbid!) that I am gay.