My brother's gift to the old ladies
Picture the scene:

A beautiful summer's evening in the late 80s. Two charming old ladies stop by our garden gate to coo over my 3 year old brother, who, being only 3, is wearing very little in terms of trousers, and indeed undergarments.

The old ladies spend a good few minutes ooing and arring, and issuing old lady noises at the delightful toddler tottering around before them.

Whereupon, as if in reply, and thereyby proving that he has been brought up by a pack of wolves, my delightful brother proceeds to lay a brown cable on our driveway.

Length? It was about four inches long.
(don't eat yellow snow, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 13:55, Reply)