Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
When we were young, my husband's firm all went up the pub on Christmas Eve afternoon and afterwards he would go to the market and buy me red and black suspenders and wrap them, whilst drunk. in the most revolting wrapping paper in the style of a cracker, the ends being tied with sticky tape that had tacky robins on !!!! This tradition lasted many years, the suspenders alternating with basques and the like !!! His pressies used to look so bad next to my beautiful and skillfully wrapped ones.I now get much nicer presents but, for old times sake, he wraps one in the cracker style ! XXXX
Too much information. It's getting like every episode of The Archers now. A friend's son now works packing dildos for a local company around here, and I cannot even bear to think of that.
Is that the Bath Methodist Chapel?
It's very important not to be too forthcoming with information.
what a delightfully festive video
Actually, it was taken in high summer, but I've only just discovered where it was on the phone.
I like the sound of those bells.
Yes - better the the ones we live directly beneath.
I've been to Bath Christmas market. It was raining. Hard. In all other respects it reminded me of the ones I've been to in Germany and thereabouts. Is that where the idea came from I wonder?
Germany only had a break in Christmas markets during the reign of Herr Hitler. We had a break during the reign of Herr Cromwell, but we have only just got around to reinstating them.
Thank you for saying "undewear" and not "panties" I hate it whne any man calles them "panties" I don't know why. I just do. Hate it. "Panties"
Lord, help me spell
I only used the word 'underwear' because in zipped-up old England, the word is far more suggestive than 'panties'.