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…and I’m Ginger.
Big Bad Bovver Sheila was telling us that she’s really angry with people talking about her bum.
Who are these bum bandits?
She doesn’t know.
Then how do these bottom burpers make contact?
Through her toilet rolls.
Well, how d’you mean?
They write obscene messages on packets of toilet rolls and make out it’s an advertising campaign.
Big Bad Bovver Sheila is a sensitive soul.
Well, aren’t we all?
But she’s also soft, strong and very, very long. Just ask Kiri de Canopener. She’ll tell you.
She was having a particularly bad time of it due to the dreaded Fruit Curry. As we’ve pointed out before, surely two things that should never be in your stomach at the same time. She had to open a new packet of toilet rolls and there it was.
A crappy piece of PR on the backside of the packet making her bum the butt of the joke and their sense of humour being as desirable as a specky-eyed manure-carrier.
It said “I feel as clean as a shiny diamond. It’s funny how children can express the feelings of us more freely than adults. As we get older the subject just gets awkward. We have been expertly cleaning bottoms for seventy-two years. We’re starting a discussion. We’re going to talk about clean bottoms more openly and how our products help you feel clean and confident.”
Big Bad Bovver Sheila does not feel awkward about her bottom. She was furious. She told us “they haven’t been expertly cleaning my arse for seventy-two years. I’ve been doing it myself since I was out of nappies. They’d never get that close to my arse, I’d teach the gobshites a lesson.”
So she did!
As you will remember, Big Bad Bovver Sheila works in a quarry, sinking the plunger and is not backwards at coming forwards, as Kiri de Canopener found and doesn’t mind speaking her mind.
She told us “if they want a discussion, they can have one. If they want my clean bottom to be open, they can stand back and have my open clean bottom, but they’ll be sorry.”
We were a little worried that she was so angry she might sink the plunger in their offices. We had mental images of a big bang followed by thousands and thousands of burning bog rolls falling from the sky.
Thankfully, her sense of humour prevailed and she took a more original approach.
Yes, she wrote them a letter of complaint.
On toilet paper.
Unused!
And this is what she said. “This paper has only been used once, to write on. The enclosed packaging commercial about “talking bottoms” is pathetic. Your product has only one purpose, to be flushed down the pan. My private habits are simply that. It is not your responsibility to discuss such matters on your packaging. You look puerile and I firmly suggest you leave the comedy to comedians. Your sense of humour is anything ‘butt’ soft, strong or very, very long. Now wash your hands!”
Nice touch at the end we thought. Of course, she has a point.
I know, that’s what she’s been cleaning since she was out of nappies.
Apart from that.
I mean, they called it “talking bottoms.” Are we going to have commercials with a chorus of talking bottoms singing ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin,’ ‘Bless Your Beautiful Hide,’ ‘Sitting on the Corner Watching All the Girls Go Bye’ and a special one for babies, ‘Follow the Yellow Brick Road?’
If anyone’s talking out of their bottoms, it’s the toilet roll manufacturers. If you’ve got a product that cannot go out of fashion, why the hard sell?
As long as people have bums they will always need bum rolls.
And beside, toilet rolls are used by painters and other artists. They don’t want “talking bottoms,” do they?
Years ago, people were relieved that someone had invented toilet paper. Then they didn’t have to waste their money on newspapers just so they had toilet paper.
Besides which, the print comes off newspapers and you’d have an inky bum.
But even that would be better than the “greaseproof paper” that used to pass for toilet paper in school. It used to slide off your bum.
Too much information now, I think. Let’s pop off and make a cuppa tea and wipe the slate clean. Not a euphemism!
O.K. goodnight folks. See you next Tuesday.