Have a good weekend, son. You too, Mr Walker.

I was passing a peaceful few minutes at the bus stop the other morning waiting for my bus, as is my way and my right, when a car load of hoons passed by. I was so deep in contemplation of the sunshiny morning and how awful it must be to be the person who empties out the bin where people leave their bags of dog poo, particularly during summer, that I wouldn't have noticed them except that they kindly beeped their car horn at me as they approached the bus stop.

This made me look around and as they shot past one of the young gentlemen - in the blur of vehicle and noise, the car seemed to be packed with them, but isn't it always the case? - leant out the window and yelled, "Ahoo ablar agargle gargle brffxak zhor."

At least, this is what it sounded like to me. Not unlike the noise Lux Interior makes just before he launches into 'She Said'.

So I wondered if they just wanted to ablar agargle at me or if they had some more complicated message that got distorted in the time-space continuum. Or maybe they were just morons. That could explain a lot.

It did remind me, though, of the time I went camping on the NSW south coast with my friend DJ Pups. The camping ground we chose was chockers, but we managed to find a reasonable space of lawn to pitch our tent. Then we headed out to get some food. As we were leaving, we noticed a rather forlorn couple hunched over on the kerb, weighed down with backpacks and camping gear. They looked foreign. You know. Gorgeous.

It seemed such a shame that they should be squeezed into so small a space when they could enjoy some of our grass so DJ Pups wound down her window and yelled over to them, "Hey, do you wanna put your tent over here?" Well, on occasion DJ Pups has a somewhat Strine accent and her offer came out as the rather unintelligible, "Djawannapuchatennovaeah?" This verbal concoction combined with an unsteady grasp of English and the sight of the two of us leering at them (come on, we were just being friendly!) probably translated as an offer of a fun foursome complete with coathangers, glass shards and masking tape. So it was no surprise when they both scrambled backwards in horror, holding out their hands as if warding off great evil. "Nooooo!"

Pups shrugged. "Suit yourself." Translation: "Soochaself." Translation: "You'll find it less painful if you don't fight it."

I detected a touch of frost from our fellow campers that weekend. Which, when you think about it, was probably preferable to anyone showing any interest.