I'm stood next to Bolton Town Hall on a chilly night.
I've just, seconds ago, had an effeminate Eastern European come up to me saying: "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where there are gay nightclubs? I don't know this area. I'm from central Manchester."
"Just go straight on through that alleyway", I said, pointing, "and you'll end up on Bradshawgate, which is lined with nightclubs."
"Do you know where there are swingers?" he said.
"I don't know. I'm not really into that stuff. But there might be a gay bar on Bradshawgate."
"OK. Thank you, sir", he said, smiling at me seductively as he headed towards Bradshawgate.