notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Friday, November 04, 2005

If you need me, I'll be bra shopping

This is the most promising news I've read all week:

A Dutch designer has created a wall of fake breasts to help male shoppers buy bras that fit their wives or girlfriends.

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The wall consists of rows of silicon breasts in all sizes. By look and touch, male shoppers can work out the right size, she says.

About time! I wonder what it would take to convince Vikki to let me install one of these in the playroom? But here's the best bit:

"When trying to buy a sexy bra for their wife or girlfriend, usually they point to other women in the shop or, when asked about size, they say a 'handful'."

Smooth. So there really are guys out there who, when asked about their wife's brassiere size, point at other women in the store and say: "You know, a handful. Like hers." Now that's class. For the life of me, ladies, I'll never understand why you put up with us.