That awkward moment when, sitting down for dinner with friends you have not seen for nearly 3 years, you begin moaning about the youth of today, the riots etc. I'm really warming to the subject and say what really gets my goat is these rich little white kids that dress in hoodies and talk like black men from 'the hood'.

Just then, their youngest son walks in to say goodbye as he heads off for a night out. Dressed in hoody, baseball cap, trainers, gold chain etc.

I'm guessing it could be another 3 years before we're invited round again.