Bawdy Goings-On

How are you enjoying the long weekend? We've had a busy but enjoyable one visiting family and dinner with friends.

This picture caught my eye last night, it was in the Sunday Times Style Magazine (can't link the article as it's subscription only) but the gist of it is the wealth of pornographic literature stored at St. Andrews University where Prince William and Kate met. It's pretty ribald stuff with tales and drawings of all sort of erotic goings on in sex clubs going back as far as the Georgian period and of which at least one of Prince William's ancestors was a member.

I won't shock you with some of the things they used to get up to but you can see from the sketch which accompanied the article that spanking featured prominently. One particular "Gentleman's Society" was founded in 1732. It's always nice to know TTWD has some history and some blue blooded connection too.

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OK then I will shock you with one extract, and this is exactly as reported in the article: One particular evening is described, after naked village girls had posed on tables and porno texts had been read and toasts made from lewd drinking vessels... finally the club president would open the wooden case containing the mannequin's head to reveal a motley wig that, according to club tradition, had been woven from the pubic hairs from Charles II's many mistresses. At the climax of the evening, the boozed-up and merry members would gather around a table. There they would masturbate on the club's fine pewter plate, known as the test platter. As the club minutes put it laconically on one occasion in 1737... "24 met...All frigged."

Well maybe not shocking by today's standards but in 1737.....

Ronnie

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Royal Canin

So I was passing our local High St pet supplies/ equestrian store (you remember the one I got all embarrassed when I went in to inspect some...er.. jodhpurs and whips) and a new sign caught the corner of my eye. I had to stop and do a double take, was the 'g' missing from the end of the word? And 'Royal' canin too, I mean the royals love dogs and the aristocracy are known to have a penchant for the 'English vice', (and the Queen does carry a horsewhip in her handbag) so could it be they were actually advertising a local royal canin service?

Nah, the missing letter was an 'e', boring boring. Still, out came the old nokia and I'm sure a couple of old dears thought I was quite mad standing in the middle of the pavement snapping pet supplies, bless them.

Ronnie

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