This stuff is pretty small cheese.

In Samarai, a very small PNG Island, once the center of administration, in the days when head hunters made the mainland a dangerous place to sleep, I was amazed by the inscription on a statue to some early administrator.

It was the inscription that amazed me, on that now backwater island, with only 2 or 3 Europeans still resident. It stated it was in memory of this white bloke, "who made Papua New Guinea a fit place for the white man to live".

With an almost all local population, just those few Europeans & a few Chinese trade store owners, the fact that it was still standing & not defaced in any way, was a testament to the laid back attitude of the population. I wonder if it is still there.

If those islanders could ignore such a blatant put down, I would have expected our ladies could handle a little truth painted on the back of a van.

I see those opposed to free speech describing the slogan on the camper van as vile, pornographic, and obscene. It is none of these things, it might be juvenile and inappropriate, but is far from illegal.

I have yet seen a law that grants people the right not to be offended.

Those of us that grew up in the, "Good Old Days" Would remember the likes of Mo McCackie, George Wallace Snr & Jnr, Graham Kennedy, Benny Hill & Company, Dean Martin, Kevin Bloody Wilson, Mavis Bramston & the throw-off's Laugh-in & Hee Haw. Then there was the Carry on Series & I ain't 'alf 'ot Mum & now Mrs Brown. These stuck-up wowsers must have died of the pure shame of it all. Not.

I remember My Grandfather singing/teaching us all the Bawdy Vaudeville songs when we were little kids. "There a lovely bunch of Coconuts," etc.

It's no wonder our generation is so screwed up. Our little minds must be just mush.

Glad you saw what was happening poirot, well done.

Yes...one has to take into account that it's like addressing a sniggering group of schoolboys here (in the case of otb, Hasbeen and Jayb) who've managed to locate dad's Playboy mag.

There's a huge difference between the "I've got a lovely bunch of Coconuts.." vaudeville type reverie - and the sort of things Wicked likes to daub on their clapped out vans.

Humorous understatement has always been the chief ingredient in vaudevillian humour...you know, leaving a bit to the imagination.
(In fact, I'm a great fan of Carry On films)

The sort of smut - bordering on suggestive violence - garbage from Wicked is in an entirely different league

i don't think the majority of todays young adults know what humour is.
i'm always talking to the girls in the local outlets & luckily for me they DO have a great sense of humour.
At times I cringe moments after I made some remark on the more saucy side but luckily they just laugh & giggle & tell me what a dirty old man I am. We are two generations apart yet we can have a hearty laugh & it makes my day. Then I have to go back to the office with those PC mutts & their humour less mentality. Thank God for lesser educated young people.

Actually it wasn't "Playboy." It was "Man" Magazine & I was especially fond of "Spot the Dog" & the Centre page. No it wasn't & especially sexy girl photo. It was a two page spread of drawings of "Little Devils" tormenting people. It was always fun to see what they were all up to. I found a dilapidated copy a few years back & tore out & kept the centre Page for a great memory of my childhood.

Anyone remember?