What the Vicar Saw
I’m glad I’m not in a sitcom.
I’m glad I’m not in a Brian Rix theatrical farce.
I’m even gladder that I’m not Hattie Jacques in a Carry On film, or one of the busty ladies from Benny Hill.
Why am I glad?
Because when my son and his friends were playing dress up today with all our ex-Halloween costumes and decided it would be a laugh to come down dressed in Meeester’s hand crafted* (from a pair of Primark pyjamas and some fake fur) “Man from the Joy of Sex Book” body-suit, complete with sewn on chest wig, penis and pubic hair….well if I had been in any of those pieces of 70s entertainment, the vicar surely would have called just at that moment.
Oooer, missus!
* yes, I have made an anatomically correct penis from felt and stuffing. I’m not proud of it.
Actually, I am proud, it was bloody brilliant.
Stop Press: Meeester says a photo of him in the suit is, indeed, required..so here it is:
