Yes, well, this whole "fanny" thread is rather touchy, but explaining it
so delicately was a cunning stunt. (say THAT very carefully!)
As a young lad I too found a severe lack of leg room in the Healey in
relation to getting a sore fanny, but that is best left to another time.
It does remind me of a related British term of the male side. In Lady
Chaterly's Lover the gardener with whom she was "engaged" so to speak was
a chap called Mr. John Thomas. An ordinary enough name. However, for
reasons that will be obvious to those who know the book, the British lads
soon began referring to their private parts as John Thomas.
Perhaps this is a local (Midlands) expression, but I was raised using it.
Arriving in Canada and looking for a job I was sitting in the waiting
room of a company, for that bloody aweful ten minutes before the interview.
Finally a nice yound lady arrived and lead me down a hall to an office.
There he was. I held out my hand and he said "How do you do Mr. Ball. I'm
John Thomas".
Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was combining his name and mine. what ever
it was I just snapped into right out tears down the face laughter. The
more I said "Oh, I'm terribly sorry" and tried to stop the worse it got.
I did not get the job, but they were kind enough to help me off the floor!
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