I once got mithered whilst lozing round a pool in Icmeler in Turkey by some fit Turkish lass who was offering a shave and massage.
She asked me did I want the full monty so I eagerly said yip.
Daft me ended up looking like Yule Bryner and full of blisters, from being thrown about on a lathered marble table by some 20 stone loin clothed attired geezer.
Couldn’t walk proper for 3 days and told mi mate that the fit lass had given me the massage hoping he’d faw for it. Little did I know that he already knew what the crack was having overheard a cockney lad telling his mate at the bar about he’s experience. :woohoo:
Think it took about a month for the bit of hair I had on mi head to grow back. :blush:
From Matlock to ManU
What a journey!