Having been silent for the best part of the week, I thought you might be interested in these supposedly genuine extracts from letters to various local councils:
1. I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.
2. I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.
3. ….and their 18-year-old son is continually banging his balls against my fence.
4. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other night that blew them off.
5. My lavatory seat is cracked. Where do I stand?
You can read more here if you scroll down a bit. Fine examples of the British love of double (or single) entendre, something I meant to write about after watching the programme about Donald McGill, that great exponent of the saucy seaside postcard.
I think I meant to compare censorship then and now. Then it was about sexual morality, but as was pointed out at the time, the humour couldn’t ‘corrupt’ someone who didn’t get the joke and those that did must, by definition, be already ‘corrupted.’
Today, sexual morality (if those are the right words) has gone by the board, but censorship exists in what we think and the views people express that may ‘offend’ someone else. As in the 1950s, those affected by extreme opinions probably already hold them.
Both are insidious.
I leave you though with everyone’s favourite: A woman goes into a bar and orders a double entendre. So the barman gave her one. Ouch!