13th November, 2009 - Headless Men Have No Bladder Control

I was in at Ralph Slaters in Glasgow today buying a new suit for work. (It seems that even my lesure time these days is devoted to work-related activities).

I took my Significant Other and the Small Round-Faced People with me. I thought that it would be quality family time for us all. Personally, I can't imagine a more fun activity for developing young minds than hanging around in a gentleman's outfitters for an hour while their dad gets his inside leg measured repeatedly.

However, I was appalled to overhear a conversation between my Significant Other and SRFP#2. SRFP#2 spotted a tailor's dummy and asked: "Why does that man have no head?" To which my Significant Other (an educationalist mark you) replied: "Because he wet his pants."

SRFP#2 looked horrified at the dummy; clung tightly to his mother and said desperately: "I have dry pants."