My mum works at a bar and one of her regular punters used to be this highly stereotypical blokey-bloke who was massively homophobic, racist, etc. He was always at the bar, often talking about the gays n shit… So one day I decide to play absolute havoc with him. I turn up at the bar wearing all my loudest brony merch (the prize piece being a backpack in the shape of a ponified Doctor Who, complete with sonic screwdriver), step up to the bar right beside him and get my mum to mix up the pinkest cocktail and drink it through a straw from a nice tall, slim glass.

He looked at me, and all I had to do was give a little smile in his direction to make him practically flee to the other side of the bar. You could see the cogs in his brain whirring, trying to comprehend what effeminate weirdo he was looking at, knowing he couldn’t say shit because it’s the bartender’s son. Fucking hilarious to watch him squirm.

He’s dead now. No great loss, believe me.