All I can say is that
we were sharing a flat in the town center, i mean, right smack in the middle, we were within spitting distance of a shopping center and our kitchen window looked out on Tesco.

my flatmate and his friend used to sit at the window to the high st and shout "FORESKIN!" at passers by.

needless to say we don't live with him any more.
When he moved out, I moved into his room (it was bigger) - I proceeded to find two pairs of stockings under his bed, still being a friend of his ex-girlfriends i asked if they were hers, she said definitly not... I'm convinced they were his.
(Canazza is mostly listening to Yes, Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:35, Reply)