So what frivolous things have you bought lately? Why?

Tallpaul

Legendary Knight
Talking about patois…

Did you all know that “frottage“ does not give you HIV?
(For those further north of the FESM-enclaves: „frottage“ is French cheese, no doubt!)
So, I can‘t guarantee that it won’t inflict you with any other deseases…

"Frottage" or "Bustle punching" is the practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification.

I know this, because I once rubbed up against Suzy Perry at a pub bar in Dudley.
 

DD67

The Peace Keeper
Staff member
"Frottage" or "Bustle punching" is the practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification.

I know this, because I once rubbed up against Suzy Perry at a pub bar in Dudley.
Apparently, Suzy's therapist says that by 2030 the night terrors will likely stop. And with a bit of luck, possibly the bed wetting as well? 🙂
 

Sarky B’stard

Legendary Knight
The
"Frottage" or "Bustle punching" is the practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification.

I know this, because I once rubbed up against Suzy Perry at a pub bar in Dudley.
You have brought back memories of a trip to Morocco in 1971. There were maybe 10 of us late teens to twenties. We left in hurry because of an attempted coup, military on the streets, road blocks etc., and wound up in Algeria.

It was the end of August and the ferries from Algiers to Marseilles were rammed. No option but to go back to Tangiers and home via Spain. You can imagine the queues getting back into a febrile Morocco.

Now one of our number, Chris, was kind of blonde and beautiful once we stopped to think about it. Until that point it had been healthily heterosexual! Anyway, Chris was last in our gaggle and at the back of the passport queue shuffling forward agonisingly slowly. He was a pretty happy go lucky and genial type and strangely stressed by the endless queuing. He was asking to hurry up, maybe swap places and almost getting panicky; not like him at all.

Once clear of passport control he blabbered out of control. Had we seen the tall, skinny Arab in the dishdash just behind him? No mate….. Apparently he’d spent the best part of half an hour feeling this ‘gentleman’s’ arousal and was convinced he’d backed off not because they approached officialdom but because the job was done.

Naturally we were shocked and outraged and grateful for our brown hair and merciless in our teasing but thoroughly appreciative of him taking one for the team. The trip was supposed to be cultural - just not quite that much.
 

BAD LUCK DUCK

Forum Duck
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You have brought back memories of a trip to Morocco in 1971. There were maybe 10 of us late teens to twenties. We left in hurry because of an attempted coup, military on the streets, road blocks etc., and wound up in Algeria.

It was the end of August and the ferries from Algiers to Marseilles were rammed. No option but to go back to Tangiers and home via Spain. You can imagine the queues getting back into a febrile Morocco.

Now one of our number, Chris, was kind of blonde and beautiful once we stopped to think about it. Until that point it had been healthily heterosexual! Anyway, Chris was last in our gaggle and at the back of the passport queue shuffling forward agonisingly slowly. He was a pretty happy go lucky and genial type and strangely stressed by the endless queuing. He was asking to hurry up, maybe swap places and almost getting panicky; not like him at all.

Once clear of passport control he blabbered out of control. Had we seen the tall, skinny Arab in the dishdash just behind him? No mate….. Apparently he’d spent the best part of half an hour feeling this ‘gentleman’s’ arousal and was convinced he’d backed off not because they approached officialdom but because the job was done.

Naturally we were shocked and outraged and grateful for our brown hair and merciless in our teasing but thoroughly appreciative of him taking one for the team. The trip was supposed to be cultural - just not quite that much.
Why is that Arab still alive...
Your military people...
I understand getting pissed on by the enemy in the jungle not to give your position away but a dirty f#cking Arab having unwanted sexual relations with one of the men would have given me just cause to remove his offending appendage right there and then...F#ck the little b#stard I say...🤬🤬🤬🤬🦆
 

Sarky B’stard

Legendary Knight
The

You have brought back memories of a trip to Morocco in 1971. There were maybe 10 of us late teens to twenties. We left in hurry because of an attempted coup, military on the streets, road blocks etc., and wound up in Algeria.

It was the end of August and the ferries from Algiers to Marseilles were rammed. No option but to go back to Tangiers and home via Spain. You can imagine the queues getting back into a febrile Morocco.

Now one of our number, Chris, was kind of blonde and beautiful once we stopped to think about it. Until that point it had been healthily heterosexual! Anyway, Chris was last in our gaggle and at the back of the passport queue shuffling forward agonisingly slowly. He was a pretty happy go lucky and genial type and strangely stressed by the endless queuing. He was asking to hurry up, maybe swap places and almost getting panicky; not like him at all.

Once clear of passport control he blabbered out of control. Had we seen the tall, skinny Arab in the dishdash just behind him? No mate….. Apparently he’d spent the best part of half an hour feeling this ‘gentleman’s’ arousal and was convinced he’d backed off not because they approached officialdom but because the job was done.

Naturally we were shocked and outraged and grateful for our brown hair and merciless in our teasing but thoroughly appreciative of him taking one for the team. The trip was supposed to be cultural - just not quite that much.
Or maybe it could not have happened at all because we weren’t members of the EEC/EC/EU 🤔 ? I remember getting the Yellow Fever vaccine for the trip at Lancaster Royal Infirmary and nearly passing out 20 mins later but that was before I became an anti vaxxer, joined the Army and became a proper pin cushion.
 

Sarky B’stard

Legendary Knight
Why is that Arab still alive...
Your military people...
I understand getting pissed on by the enemy in the jungle not to give your position away but a dirty f#cking Arab having unwanted sexual relations with one of the men would have given me just cause to remove his offending appendage right there and then...F#ck the little b#stard I say...🤬🤬🤬🤬🦆
Er we were just students back then and someone had attempted to shoot down King Hassan’s plane and they had guns and we just had a couple of pen knives and a tin opener? Besides, one dish dash looks much like another.
 

DD67

The Peace Keeper
Staff member
Why is that Arab still alive...
Your military people...
I understand getting pissed on by the enemy in the jungle not to give your position away but a dirty f#cking Arab having unwanted sexual relations with one of the men would have given me just cause to remove his offending appendage right there and then...F#ck the little b#stard I say...🤬🤬🤬🤬🦆
If this forum ever finds itself in a similar position on an away day.
It'll be a tough choice of who to place at the back of the passport queue 🤔

You to murder the sex pest 😳
Or BB3Lions to turn the tables on the sex pest. The poor Arab guy would be scarred for life! 🤣
 

Capt. Drunkey

King Of The Schnitzelwiesels
That's a nice bit of kit..
What's the specifications and how much...🦆
I bought it from a German online-shop.
But since all that Teutonic squabble might not mean too much to you, I checked out an English site; so this is what I found:


…I paid 100,-€ less though!

Would be some nice equipment for your peasant-army-snipers 🦆
 

Capt. Drunkey

King Of The Schnitzelwiesels
"Frottage" or "Bustle punching" is the practice of touching or rubbing against the clothed body of another person in a crowd as a means of obtaining sexual gratification.

I know this, because I once rubbed up against Suzy Perry at a pub bar in Dudley.
I have to apologize...
Got it all mixed up. I meant to tell you that “fromage” does not give you HIV…
Sorry for the confusion 😝🤪😉
 

DD67

The Peace Keeper
Staff member
I bought it from a German online-shop.
But since all that Teutonic squabble might not mean too much to you, I checked out an English site; so this is what I found:


…I paid 100,-€ less though!

Would be some nice equipment for your peasant-army-snipers 🦆
This must be somewhere around the price you paid Capt D...

 

Tallpaul

Legendary Knight

Scrappy

Legendary Knight
Will be interested in your thoughts @Scrappy im thinking of upgrading the Thruxton suspension with Bitubo or Tec units (y)

I'm crap at trying to appraise and articulate bikes and products 🤪 - I went for a quick ride tonight and they certainly don't feel as harsh as the original shocks on the Guzzi, but still quite firm, maybe a little too firm but that should be sorted with some tweeking 🤔 - Aesthetically they look much better than the OEM shocks and appear to be well made bits of kit.
 

Old Nick

Legendary Knight
I'm crap at trying to appraise and articulate bikes and products 🤪 - I went for a quick ride tonight and they certainly don't feel as harsh as the original shocks on the Guzzi, but still quite firm, maybe a little too firm but that should be sorted with some tweeking 🤔 - Aesthetically they look much better than the OEM shocks and appear to be well made bits of kit.
Cheers @Scrappy - it’s the well made bit I like (y)
They look a lot better than the stock Thruxton rears - with my rather rotund physique sat on them , the firmness may be about right - as opposed to the painfully harsh OEM shocks I have:)
 
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