Hilarious post at Counago and Spaves that almost matches Jane's bingo tale for making me giggle. Reminds me of a time Cloud and I were out in Nottingham and a full strip show took place in the area we were sat in. A gang of blokes (one birthday boy I think) had moved into the area not long before, looked over at Cloud and me and clearly thought we were a pair of well-adjusted sexually functional persons able to cope with the display of the female form. I deliberately didn't avert my eyes or seek refuge in my pint, or move out of the section of the pub (which would have been slightly difficult given the circle of blokes she was performing to). The most I could say in response to the event was that she looked as bored as f***.
Oh yeah. And, I'm sorry, but how do blokes get off on that whole shaven thang? It's like a return to Victorian values.