My accountant asked after the Boy at the weekend and told me that I MUST buy him condoms as he is now 17.
I texted him earlier, told him this and asked if he wanted me to bring him some on Saturday.
His reply? "Yeah!"
My baby
"Prior to the British landing in Norway in March 1940, a proposal was made that the Royal marines should be provided with condoms to protect the ten and a half inch rifle barrels from freezing in Arctic temperatures. A supplier was asked to produce a prototype, and Churchill, who was First Lord of the Admiralty at the time, was asked to take a look at them.
First he looks at the box. ' This won't do,' he mutters. Then he looks at one of the condoms. 'Won't do at all,' he growled.
The supplier is perplexed. 'What do you mean?' he asks. 'This will clearly sheath a ten and a half inch barrel'.
'There's no labelling', Churchill says. 'I want a label for every box, every carton, every packet, saying 'British - Size Medium'. If they ever recover one of them, that will show the Nazis who is the master race!' "
