Funny you should say that Cal. Only last night I suggested to the landlord in the pub that we should have a "Chaps in frocks" nite.
Now that the women have given up on trying to be enticing, probably because it had ceased to have any effect, most sensible blokes having been rendered more wary than of old, (and what woman wants an insensible mate like the one in the picture looks to be ), it seemed to be a good idea to enliven the nightly proceedings.
I got the company quite aroused with my intellectual justifications, which I can't tell of here for reasons you are possibly aware of.
My Auntie Maud has a crimplene frock of the sort that Margaret Rutherford, bless her, a fine comedienne, would have seen fit to go see the vicar in which I think she would loan me which she will because I have been the apple of her eye ever since I smiled at her in my cot.
Dame Edna is overstated I think. It's for tabloid readers. It's not convincing. If we pull it off I will be relying on you Cal for some guidance on how we might make the conversation authentic.
Your chap has made no real effort. A stranger should not be able to tell. (We might have to get some helium bottles in.) He is taking the piss out of men. And the easy way.
The pic has no class babe. It's tripe.
But it is a strange coincidence. A serendipity so to speak. That you should post that just a few hours after I had made my suggestion to the landlord. Do you think it a sign. Or is it just great minds thinking alike.