I was reading and laughing at Mike Cook's post, "Pixilated" on A Twist of Humour this morning and a memory surfaced.
I often wonder at the workings of the brain, particularly mine. There is an amazing amount of stuff stored in there. Here is the story of the Hot Pink Jockstrap.
We were having a lovely holiday in Britain; staying at quaint country-house hotels, touring the castles and cathedrals. This was the last bit, up in the Scottish Highlands. We'd been driving in a drizzle all day and had just gotten to Inverness at around 4:00 on a gloomy Friday afternoon. I was having a wee nap, my head resting on on the window. We were stopped at a traffic light when some, deep, basic, instinct made me open my eyes and glance out the window.
I immediately made eye contact with a rather handsome young man about 10 feet away from me. He gave me what could only be described as a 'cheeky grin'. I stared.
He was tied, hands behind his back to a tall, sturdy pole, facing the street. He was covered in mud, despite the rain. Upon further study it became obvious that the mud had been thrown on him in rather large clumps. Rude though it was, I continued to stare. He was naked except for the tiniest, vividly hot pink athletic supporter. Thankfully it was a long light! He started to laugh and gave me a wink. As we drove away I pointed him out to mon mari – I needed a witness.
When we got to our hotel Culloden House (fantastic place, they had a proper piper patrolling at sunset) I asked about the young man. The woman looked at me as if I were daft (me; not the naked guy tied to the post) and said, 'They don't play pranks on the groom the day before the wedding in America?' I thought 'None so entertaining to the rest of us!'. She assured me that he'd probably consumed enough whisky that he wasn't feeling the cold and damp…or anything else, and that his mates would untie him in time for his wedding.
I think weddings are probably more fun in the Highlands!
Speaking of mud-slinging: It's election year in France. Not a particularly exciting one, as elections go but, as a further demonstration of the cultural difference between Europe and the U.S. let me introduce Ms. Cindy Lee, presidential candidate for le Parti du Plaisir, the Pleasure Party. This endearing photo of her was on the front page of our English newspaper, French News, on Saturday.
Mon mari dit 'Viva la difference!'
I look forward to the first meeting between Cindy and Hilary….