Is debate possible between ignoramuses?How is it possible

Lola:-

A distraction which might tickle your fancy.

You remember when you used the word "fanny" in its American style and dwolan popped out on the grounds that in the remains and ruins of the British Empire the word meant something different but not by all the great a distance?

Well-last week there was a small item in one of the newspapers which a pub buddy cut out for me with the heading "No Fanny for street."

"Plans to name a street Fanny Close in honour of Admiral Nelson's wife have been sunk,because of its other ruder meaning.
Developer JT Mossman wanted to pay tribute for the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Trafalgar.
The tiny village has strong links with Nelson as his best friend Alexander Davison lived there.
One resident said:"It appears innocent on the face of it but we couldn't get away with calling a road Fanny Close.Who would want to live there?"
The new road,in Swarland,Northumberland will now be called Admiral Close instead."

Do you like that Admiral?

you speak in tongues, spendi, demonstrating the advantage of threading with world citizens, one learns so much, including slang.

However, I still don't know the ruder-than-bum meaning of Fanny. Please inform. Thank you very much. Sorry for my denseness, but I had a hard night.

Lola:-

A "fanny" in the civilised world is that pretty liitle object which during the last war was known as the "ration book".

still in the dark........define "ration book" oh great civilized one

Isn't it a burden to be so civilized? You should join the hedonists. We have more fun.

Lola, "fanny" is the equivalent in the rest of the English-speaking word to the American term "pussy."

What a spoilsport.

so then, couldn't they have named the street Pussy Close? The Admiral liked her evidently.

Thanks Setanta. I've always loved a man who can just say it

There are a series of truly low humor movies from England, the "Carry on . . . " series. In "Carry on Columbus," the beautiful airhead lead is looking over the rail at a shark, and asks the able seamen next to her:

"Oooo, if i fell in, would he eat me whole?"

"I suspect he'd spit that part out."

LOL Set........

Lola:-

What possibilities have been lost here for literary laughs thanks to Setanta's pedantic penetration!
There's nothing to beat the premature ejaculatory response is there?

Do you not find the non-celibate stance somewhat boring?After all,when in social intercourse,it only has one very repetitive and predictable idea to the fore and it doesn't present much of an intellectual challenge to a lady of charm and maturity.It might be the female equivalent of ploughing a very large field with a very tired horse in the harness.By that I mean that the operator may be easily forgiven for allowing her mind to wander.A celibate,on the other hand,places the boot on the other foot which allows a wide range of novelties to be explored and with effort and skill may possibly be overcome.
And a celibate wouldn't dream of telling the shark joke on the grounds that it is only "truly low" to those who do not know how "low" low (la) can get.
It isn't low at a Jesuitical booze up I can assure you.

Penetration does not pre-suppose premature ejaculation.

I require my thinkers to be non-celibate.........I like to know exactly how low is low. I'm always looking for a bargain. And penetration is all the better with poetry and education.

But actually, I'm pretty low already. I was born that way. The MG is as low as I've ever met and he's not at all celibate. He is monogamous and so am I........and that's sexy. And he thinks good too.

someone mentioned tired horses. how am I to get any writing done.

oh hush! What a complainer!

Lola:-

Your first proposition,understandable though it may be,will only ever discover low in the chintz curtains suburban sense.That is the sense Sentana used it in in his jibe about English humour.The key jokes in the Carry On films probably pass outside the range of American humour.The other more obvious ones are there to provide a paying audience of leerers.

I don't actually think your first proposition is correct.The Major General,being so erudite and ecletic as he is,not to mention his breadth of experience,might remind you of the scene in the Man With Two Brains where Dr Harfarfurharfar ( he might correct that) played by Steve Martin finds an opportunity in a well staged scene to declaim,looking right into the camera as he does so.the immortal words-
"It gets better every time."That is just before he reaches that less ecstatic state which the Major General might be able to conjure up a few images to attempt to depict if you ask him.

I also disagree,respectfully of course,with your second proposition.The more one understands poetry and education the more likely one is to do the Steve Martin's as it is now known roundabouts.
That's what I found anyway.I hope you don't think I arrived at my position on these matters by anything so silly as a "vocation".

And monogamy???The less said about that the better.That sure ain't Faustian.

Other matters you raise I will pass over.Time will tell just who has fell and who's been left behind.

It's "wriidddin'.

When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort.

When they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of their hair and cried to the pool and said; " We do not wonder that you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was he"
"But was Narcissus beautiful?" said the pool.
"Who should know better than you?" answered the Oreads.
"Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty"'
And the pool answered, "But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I ever saw my own beauty mirrored."

That last story belongs on the beginners thread.It is old hat and well known on here.I am surprised anyone should think otherwise.

There is nothing boring about sex........unless there's something boring about the man....when I've made that mistake, I've been sorry.

Lola:-

Well-no.It is the other 23 hrs 59 minutes I was referring to.And 50 seconds in the perfect Steve Martin.

Oh dear, Spendi..........you're worse off than I thought.