Comments on: February in a medieval garden in France

By: Edward

Edward — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:38:33 +0000

I think that the 2 lightbulbs trick would work: after a successful date, some kissing in the taxi home and a spot of petting in the bedroom, I don’t think that the declaration

“Right, love, I’m just off to pop me nuts between a pair of lightbulbs – see you in an hour: help yourself to some twiglets!”

would be condusive to any intercourse at all. At least, it never worked for me…

By: Tom Turner

Tom Turner — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 07:56:43 +0000

We’re getting somewhat off-topic here, but on the historical point I date the change to the 1981 AIDS epidemic. Before that, the prim ladies of our student services dept were making coy remarks about the risk of getting girls into trouble if one drank too much. After that, those same ladies came close to giving demos with bananas.
On the wider issue, I think there are a number of parallels between the medieval era and the post-modern era. They include the planning of multi-functional urban space and a zest for hypocrisy, as when our leaders talk high and live low.

By: Gordon Evans

Gordon Evans — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 06:58:54 +0000

The barber I frequented well into the 1980’s in New Cross – when condoms were already available in all shapes, sizes, colours and flavours in most High Street chemists – always used to ask as I was paying him “Are you all right for everything?”. It took me a long time to work out what he meant, I guess most of his other customers came from your era, Tom!

By: Robert Webber

Robert Webber — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 13:01:50 +0000

Been a bit of a grim morning-caused by humans not weather-and you have given me my first laugh of the day and so for that I thank you.

And also of course for the beautiful vignette of medieval life!

Best Wishes
Robert Webber
The Hegarty Webber partnership

By: Tom Turner

Tom Turner — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 06:22:25 +0000

Condoms, but so far as I remember, only from barber’s shops. They were austere, like dental surgeries with maybe 3 people having their hair cut and 3 waiting on hard seats. The room was silent except for snips and clips. The young man’s reques for ‘some durex, please’ was met by inquisitive and disapproving stares from all. The barber would produce the goods from amongst the pots of Brylcream. Older men were treated better with the ‘something for the weekend, sir?’ question.

By: Meredith

Meredith — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:23:42 +0000

I sincerely hope he wasn’t putting out such irresponsible advice in an era where condoms were readily available… still, I got a giggle imagining the man who would sit in such a bizarre posture for an hour. Interesting post!