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The Icebreaker

So you're minding your own business one day, practicing karate in your front yard. Out of the blue, an impossibly sexy human person sidles up to you as if they're on rollerblades. Sexy rollerblades. Before you can fumble out your typically pathetic greeting, a card is thrust into your hands. Then they're gone, with just a whisper caught in their wake, begging you to follow. Before instantly obliging, you decide to check the card. It's an invitation to a party! Best. Day. Ever.

That is until you arrive, dressed in your best karate gi, and realize you don't know ONE SINGLE f****r IN THE PLACE.

It's a universal paradigm of awkwardness: being left stranded with a stranger, much less a group of them, and trying not to drown. There is little more terrifying than the blank expanse your mind usually presents you with in this scenario. Aside from, perhaps, Locked-in Syndrome or having Tobey Maguire's face.

But at the precise moment you start to s**t your pants, a faint breeze -- warm, hopeful -- whips around you. And you know it's going to be okay. Because that sexy roller-skating human person forked out for an Icebreaker, a social demi-god who's weaving in and out of the crowd, breaking Embarrassment's back like the social incarnation of Bane.

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Devil's Advocate

Let's be honest: The majority, if not entirety, of humanity is looking for authenticity, honesty, courage. Or at least we say we are. Drop some brutal honesty and courage in a board meeting about your boss's stupid pet project, and your ass will be signing up for human drug trials to pay your rent.

Thank Jesus for the Devil's Advocate. With them around, when your boss asks the team's opinion in a company restructure strategy meeting, instead of you agreeing that his dog would make a great new mailroom director, the Devil's Advocate would put a sudden halt to that s**t.

They would sniff the bull out of every terrible idea, the no in every innovation, the feck in every "cost effective." Hell, they could tell how many hours you slept by the cadence of your morning greeting. In other words, the Devil's Advocate would be every business analyst's wet dream.

Imagine being able to actually communicate how you really felt about management's new dumbshit proposals. Imagine being able to antagonize them with no lashback whatsoever. Imagine being able to correct that anus of a colleague who misquotes Star Wars every single f*****g morning.

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Knight In Shining Armor

Goddammit, how cool would this be? Imagine casually wandering down the street to find a genuine Knight In Shining Armor standing on the corner, awaiting his moment. Then, in a glorious coalescence of fate and destiny, you trip on a carelessly discarded KFC Fillet Tower Meal and stumble into the road. Frozen in fear and undeniable melodrama, you see car headlights coming for you and embrace your end.

But no! Creaking and grinding like your grandfather at your sister's third wedding, the Knight In Shining Armor, suddenly, inexplicably astride a horse, charges in to pull you clear.

They could be everywhere: opening doors, helping you find your library book, assisting with your bags as you struggle down the road, catching your dog that's pulled a Forrest Gump into the horizon.

But here's the kicker: His services are exclusive to those of a female persuasion. If you are male, the above illustration does not apply to you. The Knight In Shining Armor would watch, unflinching, as you were reduced to a smattering of limbs and organs by the car, then turn calmly to assist an old lady in crossing the road over your corpse.

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The Drama Queen

In the U.K. and U.S. (and probably everywhere else, let's face it), teen depression is worse than it's been for years. It's a good job, then, that we have pastoral support in schools. Over here in the U.K., that amounts to teachers being kind and air-rubbing kid's backs. But you savvy Yanks have Guidance Counselors, who ensure there is no obstruction to a student's success by helping with issues at school or home.

But today, little Cynthia Path-Etique is upset. She just checked her lunch and her mum made her ham sandwiches instead of peanut butter, which she specifically said she didn't want!

Her cause for concern falls way below the radar of the mighty Guidance Counselor and thus goes unnoticed. She is in a land of devilry, exposed to the crippling powers of self-entitlement and Entirely Superfluous Life Issues (ESLI). Who will come to her aid?

Enter the Drama Queen, stage left! Swooping in with all the flamboyance of a sweacock (correct, that is a peacock-swan crossbreed) wearing a sparkling dress and covered in glitter. No grief is too small for the Drama Queen, no wet lettuce too sodden, no selfie too morbid. Their turf is The Pathetic and The Mundane, their tools are Dim-Witted Understanding and Empathetic Superficiality, and their ways are Entirely Obtuse.

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The Backseat Driver

Ever had one of those supernaturally long journeys? Where you've been sitting so long that the bones in your arse have literally cut through your muscles and are touching the seat? Where your eyes defy physics and transform into the heaviest matter known to humankind? Where gunning for those approaching headlights suddenly seems like the greatest idea ever conceived? Sounds like you need a Backseat Driver, fully licensed to take over upon your command, or at their own professional discretion.

The opportunities are plenty: You're a terrible city driver? You can't parallel park for s**t? You're too busy daydreaming to notice unimportant distractions like pedestrians? You don't know where you're going? You're blind? You're in the middle of a meteor strike and the world is literally falling apart around you? Get a Backseat Driver.

No, seriously, I could do this all day: Got a text? No problem. Ever try to eat a Big Mac while steering? It's impossible without wearing half of it. Road head is now perfectly legal. Well ... no, not really, but at least it's safe with a Backseat Driver to take over.

It feels like the natural progression from satellite navigation. In a world where we type an address on a screen and obey whatever the hell we're told, not really knowing where we're going or what we're doing, why not take it one step further and just hand over the reins of the entire vehicle? Maybe in the future we'll even have artificial Backseat Drivers! And then we'll all be well and truly fucked.

Andy writes books that should not be read, scripts that have actually turned out okay and poetry that should be illegal.

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