Saying the Unsayable
Freddie Woo tugged our coat and asked: Have you ever had to tell someone they had BO? Had to break dreadful news to somebody? Tell us how you broke through the cringe barrier
( , Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:09)
Freddie Woo tugged our coat and asked: Have you ever had to tell someone they had BO? Had to break dreadful news to somebody? Tell us how you broke through the cringe barrier
( , Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:09)
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Yes!
I recall a situation with the Lady Mayoress. I remember the year because it was just after my triumph in the Basingstoke Players musical production of Winnie Mandela’s life story. I say triumph, there was a kerfuffle amongst the dungaree wearing coves at my decision to black-up. I thought it added an extra dimension to my Willie Whitelaw, but as they say, everyone’s a critic. Back to the point in question! It wasn’t the first time I’d met the Mayoress, of course. It was she that awarded me the first prize in the Little Amwell radish eating competition. She mentioned how much she enjoyed seeing a man masticate. The old ears let me down badly, not the first time I’ve been on a register. Where was I? Oh Yes! Winnie. Well, after my success the Players were presented to the Mayoress. As she approached it became clear from a terrible smell that the old dear had shit herself. Luckily at this point the usual fog cleared from the old noggin and I knew exactly what should be done to avoid embarrassment, and I shit me self there and then. Of course the strain brought on a massive heart attack, but an awkward conversation avoided I’m sure you’ll agree.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 14:51, 5 replies)
I recall a situation with the Lady Mayoress. I remember the year because it was just after my triumph in the Basingstoke Players musical production of Winnie Mandela’s life story. I say triumph, there was a kerfuffle amongst the dungaree wearing coves at my decision to black-up. I thought it added an extra dimension to my Willie Whitelaw, but as they say, everyone’s a critic. Back to the point in question! It wasn’t the first time I’d met the Mayoress, of course. It was she that awarded me the first prize in the Little Amwell radish eating competition. She mentioned how much she enjoyed seeing a man masticate. The old ears let me down badly, not the first time I’ve been on a register. Where was I? Oh Yes! Winnie. Well, after my success the Players were presented to the Mayoress. As she approached it became clear from a terrible smell that the old dear had shit herself. Luckily at this point the usual fog cleared from the old noggin and I knew exactly what should be done to avoid embarrassment, and I shit me self there and then. Of course the strain brought on a massive heart attack, but an awkward conversation avoided I’m sure you’ll agree.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 14:51, 5 replies)
"Lady Mayoress" is somewhat tautological
I'd just use Mayor, but if you simply must impart the gender, "Lady Mayor" or "Mayoress" would suffice.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 16:14, closed)
I'd just use Mayor, but if you simply must impart the gender, "Lady Mayor" or "Mayoress" would suffice.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 16:14, closed)
If you'd had a regiment you'd probably know the difference between a regiment and a brigade.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 17:33, closed)
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 17:33, closed)
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