Clary wrote:Is your platypus kissing?
I don't own a platypus, silly!!!!
Dadpad's avatar, should that be what you meant, is "crossing".
Ohboy.
I have lived in the middle of Grands Prix and whatever the hell the car race thing is that replaced it some years ago, since the eighties......however, I have always managed to avoid pressing its flesh, as it were.
Today, I had need to walk to town, and back...the back happened to be in the middle of the break-up of the third and final day of the current incarnation of the race thingy.
Oy veh!!! One had to make one's way, against the stream of traffic as it were, through what seemed 100,000 inebriated yobboes.........most apparently wearing a beer-keg under their shirts, and built like so many brick ****-houses.
The men were even scarier.
At my advanced age I expect to be well beyond the grabbings of random young male yobs.....however, I had to be reasonably deft of foot and threatening of mien to avoid such.
Phew!!!! Over for another year.