Post by Progenitor A on Mar 2, 2011 9:39:01 GMT 1
I am appalled that February has passed without even one of our more politically correct -aware members mentioning the importance of that month in the taxonomy of world-changing events, and that it is left to humble little me to pay homage to men in gingham frocks
For February was the LGBT History month (one assumes that February was not an accidental choice) and my village in particular was in the forefront of celebrating that glorious event, with a bring-and buy-sale in the Methodist Hall of frilly knickers and a lovely assortment of hardly-used frocks. The 'girls' really pulled out all the stops and the trestle tables groaned under the weight of damson jam and dandelion and burdock type beverages, with home-made wine for the more daring.
The Lady Mayor (Mr Hetherington-Jones - dressed in a fetching faux-silk green A-line frock) gave a delightful speech outlining the essential role that men in frocks played in establishing the British Empire.
She recalled the gallantry of the Scottish LGBT cohorts advancing in their plaid frocks through the mud of Flanders' fields, paying not the slightest notice to the muddy plashes on their skirts, so firm was their resolution fixed on routing their Hunnish sisters; she recalled that Greek soldiers still wear frocks on ceremonial duties - testament to the diversity of the Spartan race perhaps? And not forgetting that the Arab hordes still today wear a form of frock as they smoke their hookahs in opulently furnished tea-rooms while dark-eyed houris perform exotically erotic Arab-type dances
Unfortunately the Lady mayor could think of no further examples of how men in frocks have changed the course of history, so the meeting was closed and we all went down the pub
But we should all be aware that the propensity for some men to wear frocks is not a lifestyle choice, but is genetically built into the genes so they have no control over the clothes that they choose to wear - they have an inner compulsion that compels them to rush down to M&S (or, if they have more money Dolce and Gabbiano) and queue outside waiting for the frock sale to start
For February was the LGBT History month (one assumes that February was not an accidental choice) and my village in particular was in the forefront of celebrating that glorious event, with a bring-and buy-sale in the Methodist Hall of frilly knickers and a lovely assortment of hardly-used frocks. The 'girls' really pulled out all the stops and the trestle tables groaned under the weight of damson jam and dandelion and burdock type beverages, with home-made wine for the more daring.
The Lady Mayor (Mr Hetherington-Jones - dressed in a fetching faux-silk green A-line frock) gave a delightful speech outlining the essential role that men in frocks played in establishing the British Empire.
She recalled the gallantry of the Scottish LGBT cohorts advancing in their plaid frocks through the mud of Flanders' fields, paying not the slightest notice to the muddy plashes on their skirts, so firm was their resolution fixed on routing their Hunnish sisters; she recalled that Greek soldiers still wear frocks on ceremonial duties - testament to the diversity of the Spartan race perhaps? And not forgetting that the Arab hordes still today wear a form of frock as they smoke their hookahs in opulently furnished tea-rooms while dark-eyed houris perform exotically erotic Arab-type dances
Unfortunately the Lady mayor could think of no further examples of how men in frocks have changed the course of history, so the meeting was closed and we all went down the pub
But we should all be aware that the propensity for some men to wear frocks is not a lifestyle choice, but is genetically built into the genes so they have no control over the clothes that they choose to wear - they have an inner compulsion that compels them to rush down to M&S (or, if they have more money Dolce and Gabbiano) and queue outside waiting for the frock sale to start
