Been a bit busy pretending to be a bachelor again this week, but Week 11 of the BAFTA-nominated* Euphemisms Of The Week is suddenly upon us, so here we jolly well go.
Recently observed on the web of shame:
- Pocketing the penny chews
- Getting the celery from downstairs**
- Up all night with the Crayolas
- Polishing the horse brasses
- Touching the hedge
More to follow...
* no, not really.
** actually this was overheard in a tea-room in St Martin's Lane but was too good to leave out :)
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