Went to a concert recently at Heaton Park.

Apparently she was just dancing around with some of her mates when a girl that they'd just met wanted to exchange contact details.

The mate's daughter gets her phone ready for the girl to put her number in it when some leacherous lanky get reached from behind her and wrenched the phone from her by now trembling fingers.

She turned round to see this gurning pervert dressed head to toe in a Sheffield Wednesday shirt with Carlton Palmer on the back tapping his unwanted number into the phone...can't even think of how he's been brought up.