This reminds me of a joke - what is green and smells of pork? Kermit’s finger.
Or an anti Semitic crocodile
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is that a euphemism?
As a 15/16yo I was dating a lass from Rose Close in Hedge End and spent many a happy summers evening shagging in the wheat fields where the retail park is now.
A bit older, and in the RN, I was seeing a girl in Soton who lived around the corner from The Triangle. We had many a summer shag down at Riverside. She liked the risk of getting caught despite her having a flat on Harcourt Rd. We got thrown out of a few bars for fucking in the loos.
Shagged some Geordie lass in the skippers chair on the bridge of one ship and some young sprogs MILF mum on “families day” on the quarterdeck whilst at sea on another. She was filthy!
Ship pulled into Rhodes on the way back from the 1991 Gulf War. That week was an utter fuckfest with the local beaches seeing plenty of sailors hammering northern girls who were happy to oblige. Myself and a couple of others headed off to the “Scandinavian” side after the 1st night and I hooked up with a Finnish fitness trainer for the week. Good god, what a week that was.
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Bollox, when you were 15/16 you was ‘going out’ with her… why the frickin Amercanization of everything Aghrrrrrr - is it just me?
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It’s an expression I’ve used since the year dot. It was also called “stepping out” in our house.
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Yeah, it was always ‘going out’ when we were kids.
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Adam Johnson wishes he had hidden in those wheat fields
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