Stringy Knackers
I have a happy memory thanks to PE Lessons. Back in the '70s, sports kit was provided by the leading giants such as Admiral and Ruccanor. The shorts at the time, were in a satin finish, very loose fit, with slashes up the side. A very odd affair to start with.

Me and my mate were sat on a bench in the gym - because we "had a note" that I had duly created for myself and him that morning. Being an early smoker, physical activity was not high on my list of things to do.

The rest of the class were engaged in crab-football... that peculiar game were you make some sort of "gymnastic bridge" and scurry about on the floor, with your head forwards and tackle upwards.

Not really paying much attention, my mate nudges me and says "look at Motty's stringy knackers". And it was so true.

Motty's ginger-ball-bag was flapping around in a devil-may-care manner astride the gusset of his shorts, his plums visible on the longest downward gravitational stretch of a scrote ever witnessed by man or beast.

We laughed and laughed. We pointed it out to others. And before long, Motty's Stringy Knackers had become a legend in their own double-PE lesson.

Motty was a very good friend to me throughout my teenage years, and sadly he is no longer with us. So my thoughts are always tinged with a little sadness - but the stringy knackers were just the beginings of the happy-funny-shit that mad son of a bitch and I got up to.

Miss you mate!
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 7:40, Reply)