You Dirty Old Perv
Prince Charles (fiftysomething frustrated of Cornwall) has heaped praise on the visual delights of a television presenter's bottom. The royal letch was appearing at the Prince's Trust Celebrate Success awards in London last night, seated behind Channel 4 star June Sarpong when she introduced the ceremony's winners. He told the audience, "I have been treated to her remarkable... the back view."
Well June seems quite pleased to have received
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Is it me being cynical or does anyone else think that a Cabinet Minister would have to resign if they made a remark like that?
Middle aged man makes slightly off-colour remark.
So bloody what?
I'm a woman and it doesn't bother me.
I agree with both Shy and Sarnia - and no, I don't have splinters in my arse!
I'm sure that both Shy and myself have been in circumstances at work, him directly and me as auditor, where this remark would get you the sack - in fact I was reviewing a contract of employment yesterday and this would fall into the "sexual comments or asides" section of many such contracts, warranting a written warning.
However I feel that the three of us, being of a certain age(!) would almost certainly laugh this off - in fact I'd love somebody to comment on the pertness of my butt!
Paul is quite correct : I can't speak for the private sector but in the public sector you could easily get into deep trouble for a remark like that. Of course, many women wouldn't take such a remark too seriously but it seems to me, based on actual experience, that there are people who would report this sort of thing as verbal sexual harassment.
Bloody hell - how times have changed.
I haven't worked (for a salary) since two weeks before my first child was born.
Up until then I worked in advertising and PR in London; then in financial companies in Bermuda.
What went on then would be outlawed today. BUT - not being a hissy fitty miss (and enjoying the repartee etc) I not only "survived" but bloody well had a good time!
One of my first jobs was for a computer company just off Oxford Circus. Our local was the Coach & Horses (in Soho - just round the corner from the office). We were in there drinking most lunchtimes and evenings.
I expect I must have seen Jeffrey Bernard in there most days - I didn't realise at the time just how famous this pub was.
Everyone drank at lunchtime in those days - we'd think nothing of having two or three drinks and then going back to work.
I'd get smacked on my bum or whatever but wouldn't take offence.
I'd do the same back.
I'm just glad that when I worked it was then and not in the sterile, frightened of a lawsuit atmosphere it is now.
Too mucking fuch.... if the monarch wants to assume more pedestrain complexions in his grasping comic relief, why then mess about trying to insist his kingly-ish role means anything? I prefer it when he comes over all useful and waxes poetic on organic farming, homeopathics, and the like. I know a friend who worked in LA at a bar when a very famous Irish rock star came by, singled her out for favour and offered her a chance to suck his yaya. She declined, and we've been horrified by his piety ever since.
Men and women will always want to flirt and be risque.... find a proper outlet, its not rocket science....
Good point Michelle. Charlie Boy aside I despair at the men (and women) who assume that their position in a company or society means that you must drop to your knees at the earliest opportunity.
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