As a scientist at school we were subjected to a weekly General Studies lesson. One of these lessons would be our crusty old latin master (aka "Dithers") who would show us slides of classical paintings. Inevitably there would be the occasional nude, which he would preface with
and now for this week's wobbly bits.
I wonder what would happen if I Googled "wobbly bits"? The mind boggles.
We had to do a last-minute-preparation presentation last Monday about children, young people and families. We went to the shop to get some typical magazines that these ages might read as a way in to understanding the values presented to them.
I picked up one magazine (advertised on national TV) and flicked it open to discover pretty much cover to cover wobbly bits. I managed to get the mag back on the shelf before the Church Times photographer caught me (or anybody else for that matter).
The people we were leading on Monday night laughed at the anecdote (it is actually quite telling that the sort of thing we were talking about).
I am very relieved today because I noticed the recycling lorry stop and the men carefully handle the other mags we bought (GQ, for example) and place them in the cab separate from the rest of the paper.