Listening to the quarter of an hour play at the end of Woman's Hour today I realised that the content was just not for me and switched off. They were dramatising 'Fear of Flying' by Erica Jong.
In the space of a few minutes I heard such words as shag, erection, limp, tongues etc etc. it was only 10.45 and it completely put me off my Hobnobs
I have absolutely no objection to anyone reading the book, or listening in the evening to plays like this. I'm just pleased my DGSs weren't about with their big ears saying 'What's a prick Nan' ?
I know I am old fashioned and behind the times, but that's me.
Would you ever go to the cinema/ theatre on your own?
So ... no more fines for Boris!
What should I do about a long-standing holiday?
Help calm me. House buying and selling stress *Part 9*
48 hours in modern Britain…. ***title edited by GNHQ on OP's request***