my Welbexian mate was proper bona fide middle class (compared to the rest of us). HIs younger sister was one weapons grade cock tease at 13 (I crashed round at his on the sofa a couple of times when I was at Uni during the holidays and watched her parade about in her undies before their parents were up and about, and something said "danger" even to the 19 year old me that would have fukced the crack of Dawn if I could get up early enough, probably the fact that she knew full well what she was doing and was getting off on it suggested it would be playing with fire and there'd either be cries of rape or I'm up the duff) .
There is a driving school in Hendon, North London called 'The Speedwell school of motoring'. Speedwell used to be the exchange name for the area, so far so good. However for years the header board on the cars had:There was a driving school near where I grew up called Borman Gaytest, it sounded like it should be a driving school for gay Nazis
There is a driving school in Hendon, North London called 'The Speedwell school of motoring'. Speedwell used to be the exchange name for the area, so far so good. However for years the header board on the cars had:
Between the 'Speedwell' and 'School' a pair of 'S's had been put thusly:
Hendon borders on Golders Green, an area the school covers. The header boards only recently changed.
I've never worked out if it was an innocent 'that looks stylish' mistake or a driving instructor with an evil sense of humour.
And I've never had the nerve to ask and find out.
If you lived in Wem in the late 70's early 80's then you knew Mxxxx Bxxxxx was the go to girl to get laid.
Not sure if she is so accommodating these days but her clunge must be very wide & slack
With Gene Simmons's reputation for merchandising and exploiting the Kiss name, I wouldn't be surprised to see a Kiss driving school
So we are on the same time frame, so it must have been a thing back then as this was around '92.Many years back I and three others stayed over in Woollyback-land for a very long weekend at a mates, as we were all invited to another mates wedding in Manchester.
The guys 15yr old sister was cutie jail-bait. For the few times we were actually not in the pub, we were at home boozing. She made a point of wearing very little and squeezing herself in between the guys on the sofas, to join us in a beer. There were no parents, my mate and her were being brought up by Granny, but she mainly sat in her bedroom watching TV.
She made a play for one guy who was lapping it up. Notwithstanding she's a mate's underage sister, the whole thing felt very uneasy. We eventually left and spent the rest of the drive back to Germany ribbing the guy she fancied how close he was to getting his collar felt when she decided that he had raped her, or as you say, she declares pregnancy.
That was 30-odd years ago, I'll wager she's now a dowdy size25 monster with more kids than limbs