Little and Large.
In high school there were two female teachers who epitomised the very extremes of breastage. On the one hand you had Mrs Tansley, the music teacher. Nicknamed flat baps on account of having absolutely nothing to show in that department, the irony was that she specialised in singing tutorage in her spare time. Thus, a generation of adolescent boys were denied the opportunity of getting the phrase ‘a great set of lungs’ into conversations about her singing voice, whilst elbowing each other and winking in an exaggerated fashion.

Then there was Miss Todd. Or Titty Todd, as she quickly became known. Huge norks on a frankly tiny frame; A G cup before G cups had even been invented, she commanded the attention of the boys in the maths class through virtue of being a living, breathing Viewmaster toy, except with only one picture. Not that the boys minded. She also spoke fluent Russian, a fact she let slip on the ferry back from the school trip to France in 1984, and only sought to make her an even bigger object of desire among the sweating, greasy bundles of hormones in the class. Big tits + weird foreign language = exotic, see?

She’s probably had them reduced now due to back pain or some such nonsense. The thought of the 'waste' tissue being committed to a hospital incinerator brings a tear to my eye.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 6 May 2010, 14:26, Reply)