On Jul 29, 1:33*pm, allantracy wrote:
On this week’s Top Gear, they were debating the road safety aspects of
pretty young girls dressed for the hot weather and the obvious
distraction this causes.

A case for the burka maybe, Hammond suggested, to which Clarkson
replied, “No it doesn’t work I was in a taxi the other day and a woman
dressed in a burka tripped up and up it all went, she was wearing
stocking, suspenders and a thong underneath.”

Needless to say, the balloon has gone up amongst the ranks of the self-
righteous.


This reminds me of an event about thirty years back:

Some here will remember the 1938 London Underground tube stock. Above
each car-end door was a grill. During warm weather the operator could
open a vent at the front of the train and a cooling breeze would blow
through the train at ceiling height. If the operator opened the vent
while the train was travelling at speed (relative term, perhaps thirty
to forty mph) one could hear a distinct pop and sense a slight change
in air pressure.

One summer evening I was returning to my apartment in Maida Vale, from
the West End, somewhat after the evening rush. Standing in front of a
car-end door was a not unattractive young lady wearing a light cotton
summer dress. As we gathered speed between Oxford Circus and Regents
Park there came the familiar pop, a cooling breeze, and a slight
change in air pressure. At that moment the ladies dress rose to her
shoulders, covering her head instead of her body. She was wearing
matching flesh tone bra and knickers. As she struggled to regain
control of her clothes, I smiled politely and returned my gaze to my
reading material. It seemed improper not to notice, and acknowledge
her pleasing figure. OTOH, one must not stare, particularly at a
moment of misfortune.

On 29 July, 22:05, 1506 wrote:
On Jul 29, 1:33*pm, allantracy wrote:

On this week’s Top Gear, they were debating the road safety aspects of
pretty young girls dressed for the hot weather and the obvious
distraction this causes.

A case for the burka maybe, Hammond suggested, to which Clarkson
replied, “No it doesn’t work I was in a taxi the other day and a woman
dressed in a burka tripped up and up it all went, she was wearing
stocking, suspenders and a thong underneath.”

Needless to say, the balloon has gone up amongst the ranks of the self-
righteous.

This reminds me of an event about thirty years back:

Some here will remember the 1938 London Underground tube stock. *Above
each car-end door was a grill. *During warm weather the operator could
open a vent at the front of the train and a cooling breeze would blow
through the train at ceiling height. *If the operator opened the vent
while the train was travelling at speed (relative term, perhaps thirty
to forty mph) one could hear a distinct pop and sense a slight change
in air pressure.

One summer evening I was returning to my apartment in Maida Vale, from
the West End, somewhat after the evening rush. *Standing in front of a
car-end door was a not unattractive young lady wearing a light cotton
summer dress. *As we gathered speed between Oxford Circus and Regents
Park there came the familiar pop, a cooling breeze, and a slight
change in air pressure. *At that moment the ladies dress rose to her
shoulders, covering her head instead of her body. *She was wearing
matching flesh tone bra and knickers. *As she struggled to regain
control of her clothes, I smiled politely and returned my gaze to my
reading material. *It seemed improper not to notice, and acknowledge
her pleasing figure. *OTOH, one must not stare, particularly at a
moment of misfortune.

But the opportunity for a darn good ogle should not be missed.

On 2010\07\30 07:39, 1501 wrote:
On 29 July, 22:05, wrote:
On Jul 29, 1:33 pm, wrote:

On this week’s Top Gear, they were debating the road safety aspects of
pretty young girls dressed for the hot weather and the obvious
distraction this causes.

A case for the burka maybe, Hammond suggested, to which Clarkson
replied, “No it doesn’t work I was in a taxi the other day and a woman
dressed in a burka tripped up and up it all went, she was wearing
stocking, suspenders and a thong underneath.”

Needless to say, the balloon has gone up amongst the ranks of the self-
righteous.

This reminds me of an event about thirty years back:

Some here will remember the 1938 London Underground tube stock. Above
each car-end door was a grill. During warm weather the operator could
open a vent at the front of the train and a cooling breeze would blow
through the train at ceiling height. If the operator opened the vent
while the train was travelling at speed (relative term, perhaps thirty
to forty mph) one could hear a distinct pop and sense a slight change
in air pressure.

One summer evening I was returning to my apartment in Maida Vale, from
the West End, somewhat after the evening rush. Standing in front of a
car-end door was a not unattractive young lady wearing a light cotton
summer dress. As we gathered speed between Oxford Circus and Regents
Park there came the familiar pop, a cooling breeze, and a slight
change in air pressure. At that moment the ladies dress rose to her
shoulders, covering her head instead of her body. She was wearing
matching flesh tone bra and knickers. As she struggled to regain
control of her clothes, I smiled politely and returned my gaze to my
reading material. It seemed improper not to notice, and acknowledge
her pleasing figure. OTOH, one must not stare, particularly at a
moment of misfortune.

But the opportunity for a darn good ogle should not be missed.

And you don't want her thinking she's having a bad pubic hair day.

On Jul 29, 5:05*pm, 1506 wrote:
On Jul 29, 1:33*pm, allantracy wrote:

On this week’s Top Gear, they were debating the road safety aspects of
pretty young girls dressed for the hot weather and the obvious
distraction this causes.

A case for the burka maybe, Hammond suggested, to which Clarkson
replied, “No it doesn’t work I was in a taxi the other day and a woman
dressed in a burka tripped up and up it all went, she was wearing
stocking, suspenders and a thong underneath.”

Needless to say, the balloon has gone up amongst the ranks of the self-
righteous.

This reminds me of an event about thirty years back:

Some here will remember the 1938 London Underground tube stock. *Above
each car-end door was a grill. *During warm weather the operator could
open a vent at the front of the train and a cooling breeze would blow
through the train at ceiling height. *If the operator opened the vent
while the train was travelling at speed (relative term, perhaps thirty
to forty mph) one could hear a distinct pop and sense a slight change
in air pressure.

One summer evening I was returning to my apartment in Maida Vale, from
the West End, somewhat after the evening rush. *Standing in front of a
car-end door was a not unattractive young lady wearing a light cotton
summer dress. *As we gathered speed between Oxford Circus and Regents
Park there came the familiar pop, a cooling breeze, and a slight
change in air pressure. *At that moment the ladies dress rose to her
shoulders, covering her head instead of her body. *She was wearing
matching flesh tone bra and knickers. *As she struggled to regain
control of her clothes, I smiled politely and returned my gaze to my
reading material. *It seemed improper not to notice, and acknowledge
her pleasing figure. *OTOH, one must not stare, particularly at a
moment of misfortune.

The official position of the revolution --the Banana Revolution-- is
that women in the West are improperly dressed for summertime. We have
been raised in male-chauvinist pig society where men can go bare-
breasted, but women can't. I myself use a wide Indiana Banana hat (my
trademark) and a safari vest unzipped to let the air cool my physique.
Sometimes I just go around totally topless, which is of great help in
fighting the heat. But I pity women who must endure all that clothing.

I say, LET IT ALL HANG OUT!

In message
, "His
Highness the TibetanMonkey, Creator of the Movement of Tantra-Hammock"
writes
The official position of the revolution --the Banana Revolution-- is
that women in the West are improperly dressed for summertime. We have
been raised in male-chauvinist pig society where men can go bare-
breasted, but women can't. I myself use a wide Indiana Banana hat (my
trademark) and a safari vest unzipped to let the air cool my physique.
Sometimes I just go around totally topless, which is of great help in
fighting the heat. But I pity women who must endure all that clothing.
Tell me, which do you prefer infesting, Merkin groups or British groups?
--
Clive