First rude thing I ever saw
Our Ginger Fuhrer's young life was scarred by the discovery of an end-of-the-pier 'What The Butler Saw' machine and a jazz mag shoved behind a toilet cistern. Tell us about the first time you realised that there was more to life than sweet shops and Friday night TV
( , Thu 11 Aug 2011, 13:07)
Our Ginger Fuhrer's young life was scarred by the discovery of an end-of-the-pier 'What The Butler Saw' machine and a jazz mag shoved behind a toilet cistern. Tell us about the first time you realised that there was more to life than sweet shops and Friday night TV
( , Thu 11 Aug 2011, 13:07)
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First thrill..
I still remember my first thrilling encounter with "rude-bits" even though it was 30 years ago now and hardly even rude by any objective standard. At age 7 or 8 I had no idea what had caused this rush because girls were still just slightly weird boys and puberty remained beyond the horizon, a distant half-lifetime away. Nonetheless, the effect was so great that the memory remains.
I had walked home from school with Caroline, who lived a few houses away and we had stopped in the playground that was the convenient halfway point in our walk. A wonderland of steel bars over concrete, held in place by lethal-edged rusting bolts, we still never seemed to sustain any lasting injury in the playground but this was no-doubt the cause of whatever minor trauma Caroline elected to show me on that summer afternoon.
"A girl shouldn't really show a boy her legs, it's rude" quoth the maiden, a sentiment that my youthful mind entirely failed to understand the logic behind until; BAHM! She drew up her skirt to reveal the top of a milky white thigh and perhaps the very hem of a dull and functional pair of little-girl knickers underneath.
Ten seconds before I would have thought nothing of this view. Now suddenly my breath was caught and my pulse was racing. It was years before I would understand why my head should swim in this way but instinct has a more powerful hold on us than we realse and something deep down roared at this introduction to the female form. Thirty years later it still does.*
*clarification by popular demand - I mean that I still enjoy the sight of the female form, rather than that I crave the knickers of 8-year olds. Apologies for any confusion there.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 11:48, 9 replies)
I still remember my first thrilling encounter with "rude-bits" even though it was 30 years ago now and hardly even rude by any objective standard. At age 7 or 8 I had no idea what had caused this rush because girls were still just slightly weird boys and puberty remained beyond the horizon, a distant half-lifetime away. Nonetheless, the effect was so great that the memory remains.
I had walked home from school with Caroline, who lived a few houses away and we had stopped in the playground that was the convenient halfway point in our walk. A wonderland of steel bars over concrete, held in place by lethal-edged rusting bolts, we still never seemed to sustain any lasting injury in the playground but this was no-doubt the cause of whatever minor trauma Caroline elected to show me on that summer afternoon.
"A girl shouldn't really show a boy her legs, it's rude" quoth the maiden, a sentiment that my youthful mind entirely failed to understand the logic behind until; BAHM! She drew up her skirt to reveal the top of a milky white thigh and perhaps the very hem of a dull and functional pair of little-girl knickers underneath.
Ten seconds before I would have thought nothing of this view. Now suddenly my breath was caught and my pulse was racing. It was years before I would understand why my head should swim in this way but instinct has a more powerful hold on us than we realse and something deep down roared at this introduction to the female form. Thirty years later it still does.*
*clarification by popular demand - I mean that I still enjoy the sight of the female form, rather than that I crave the knickers of 8-year olds. Apologies for any confusion there.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 11:48, 9 replies)
the memory of a seven-year-old showing you her knickers still gives you a thrill?
nonce.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 12:50, closed)
nonce.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 12:50, closed)
Are you on nonce-watch or something?
Everytime I see one of your posts, you're calling someone a nonce. Do you work for News International?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaUkt59vY1Q
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 14:18, closed)
Everytime I see one of your posts, you're calling someone a nonce. Do you work for News International?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaUkt59vY1Q
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 14:18, closed)
But, what type?
the type found in rough pubs or seen on the internet?
( , Wed 17 Aug 2011, 2:09, closed)
the type found in rough pubs or seen on the internet?
( , Wed 17 Aug 2011, 2:09, closed)
www.b3ta.com/questions/firstrudething/post1316036
It is the way of /talk, I believe they think that calling someone...well everyone really...a nonce is 'edgy'.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 17:03, closed)
I am hoping that final sentence
reads differently to what you intended to actually say.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 13:03, closed)
reads differently to what you intended to actually say.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 13:03, closed)
Humm...
Yes, I see what you mean - I just meant that women revealing themselves never grows dull. Was not meant to imply that I fixate on 8-year-old's knickers.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:07, closed)
Yes, I see what you mean - I just meant that women revealing themselves never grows dull. Was not meant to imply that I fixate on 8-year-old's knickers.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:07, closed)
at least you came back to clarify
there have been some suspect posts this week
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:48, closed)
there have been some suspect posts this week
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:48, closed)
Yeah, I figured
that benefit of the doubt was the way to read that one.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:58, closed)
that benefit of the doubt was the way to read that one.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 16:58, closed)
I have added a footnote...
.. in an attempt to stave off the pitch-forks.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 17:36, closed)
.. in an attempt to stave off the pitch-forks.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 17:36, closed)
Nonc...
Oh. Back to the inn, lads, there'll be a real one along, soon enough.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 21:31, closed)
Oh. Back to the inn, lads, there'll be a real one along, soon enough.
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 21:31, closed)
mines a pint and some pork scratchings
some one hold this flaming torch while i go for piss
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 22:40, closed)
some one hold this flaming torch while i go for piss
( , Tue 16 Aug 2011, 22:40, closed)
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