Is there (or has there ever been?) a woman in your office or workplace, local pub or social circle, referred to as the local bike because "everybody could ride her?"
It’s a simple pun on a colloquial expression, you would think nobody would need it explained. In the context of a court case heard this week however it underlines the concern fatsally*, myself and many readers have expressed about falling standards of literacy and language skills, the state of education and the increasing tendency to have only a literal understanding of things, without comprehending the spectrum of meanings and inflections.
The case I refer to concerned a man found guilty of having sex with a bicycle.
Unfortunately the report did not tell us whether the bike was a consenting partner.
*My sister and co-author of Boggart Blog
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what does 'fatsally' mean?
Fatsally, who is neither fat nor called sally is my sister and co author of boggart blog (see footnote and link on main post) She uses a pen name because being a teacher, it would not be a smart move to be associated with my scurrilous blogs.
Goldenrod? In the case of men, thoughts usually outnumber opportunities so I don't think there is a similar expression here :-) Goldenrod sounds like it comes from Sex and the City, a show that featured some of the most sexless "sex symbols" ever depicted in drama. it was so written to appeal to the kind of men who talk a lot but don't get much.
I've always thought Kim Catrall is gorgeous but I wouldn't have touched Samantha with someone else's. Now there's a British expression for you.
Someone on the British Blog mentioned once knowing a girl people referred to as Tricia the Trike. The mind boggles - I mean, riding tandem is one thing but...
Thie thing is they are usually nice people - or maybe being a man, I'm biased :-)
While working in Paris on a Barclays contract once I listened to a Bank exec. telling a story of a consultant called Ian Thorpe and a very sexy Muslim girl having sex on the disk drives in the computer room at the office Christmas party. He claimed he had witnessed it along with about fifty other people. I'd heard the story before but only from someone who had heard it from someone who etc.
"I'm Ian Thorpe and that never happened," I said, "on that day Hayat was in Cyprus and I was in Blackburn doing some last minute shopping with my wife and kids."
Next time I heard the story my denial had been reinterpreted as a confession. I learned also that I had left my wife for Hayat but she had been forced to dump me by her family.
It was total nonsense. Hayat and I did have a very private little fling but well away from the office. All anyone ever saw were the lingering glances and a bit of whispering and giggling by the coffee machine.
The surprise is so many people have nothing more exciting in their lives that they have to make up such stories just because two people have lunch together. But it takes all sorts...
Well I don't mind being a legend in my own lunchtime but that is how these stories get blown up out of proportion. Its not a nice thing to do to a Muslim girl though, women of that culture have been murdered for less.