This week I found myself strolling to the shops with a colleague during a brief lunch break.
It’s not far from my cluttered desk at Gazette Towers to the nearest spot to get a bite - a five-minute stroll.
Even so, it’s rather nice to have company and spend a few minutes not talking shop.
Neither of us expected, as we rounded the corner and joined the lunch time crowds, to hear, a wolf whistle from a nearby building site.
Now, I hasten to point out this rather crude expression of affection was not aimed at either myself or my companion.
It did cause us both to pause and carry out a rather elaborate double-take.
After all, this is 2014 - surely such behaviour is seriously outdated.
Having made absolutely certain neither of us had accidentally stumbled into an episode of Bless This House - the presence of a talking cash machine suggested otherwise, we continued on our way, both rather shocked by what we’d just heard.
I am certain there’s no place for such behaviour in the 21st century.
Now, I’m not prudish, I’m certainly not politically correct and I’m definitely not a feminist.
That’s not to say I don’t believe in equality, I just don’t believe in labels.
In the same way as I refuse to pigeonhole myself as liberal or conservative, young or middle aged, tubby or rotund.
But I do know women don’t deserve to be on the wrong end of such an archaic expression as a wolf whistle.
It seems the chap on the scaffolding in South Shore is, sadly, not alone.
A New Yorker recently created a web sensation when he followed a female friend around Manhattan, covertly recording all the comments made by men as she passed.
The result was shocking and shows just how far we still have to go to make sure everyone is singing from the same hymn sheet.
I don’t buy the defence that women enjoy the attention.
This is the 21st century – boys, keep your thoughts to yourself.