There is a jockey called Richard Head. I used to live next door to a bloke called Richard Pitt, everyone called him Dick. He replaced his doorbell with one which had a space for you to put your name on a slip of paper. He put "Dick Pitt" and could not see what was wrong in this even when I pointed it out!
The Cheese (as told on here, at least) never ceases to amaze me. What sort of establishment is it where the landlady flops 'em out all the time? It's like something from Hogarth.
When her sister was the landlady, she used to do it as well. That was a sight I thankfully managed to avoid. They were excessively pendulous, apparently
I think got so used to it that stories from there are no longer that shocking.... not really had a #classique from there in a while
You're right- we've become desensitised. In any other context these things would be noteworthy, but they're just routine in the Cheese.
If you go back to the very beginning of this thread, there was much more heavy **** going on than there is at the moment. Denice must have cleansed it too diligently
