The word 'gusset'.
I have no idea why, but it almost makes me do a little sick every time I hear it. It just conjures up thoughts of huge lady knickers beloved of females over "a certain age" (you never hear the word associated with male undercrackers, for some reason), rather than delicate little fairy hammocks.

Being a stationery ordering type many years ago, I'd go into spasmodic dry heave mode every time I had to order a new consignment of gusseted envelopes.

I might have to lie down, now.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 4 Apr 2011, 21:24, 5 replies)

Excellent!
I was welding a lead gusset last week, what do you reckon to that?
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Mon 4 Apr 2011, 21:27, closed)

I'd say you were a sick man.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 4 Apr 2011, 21:38, closed)

;)
That lead gusset should last for centuries.
Edit: And I'd say you might be right...
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Mon 4 Apr 2011, 21:48, closed)

When my kids were little they had a Babar book called Mrs Gusset's Brooch,
a pachyderm-based whodunnit recounting the loss and rediscovery of the eponymous matron's favourite item of jewellery.

You'd have loved it.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 5 Apr 2011, 8:22, closed)

I hate you already.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 5 Apr 2011, 9:35, closed)