blancmange, horrible-looking
Original ID : 5790 Created On : 2006-02-23 Last Modified : 2008-01-19
Aged 7 or 8, myself and Wayne Twigg found ourselves under a bench in his dad’s greenhouse with his dad’s rude magazine. Never having seen a nude lady before, we were both rather taken aback by our first sight of an adult lady’s spreadeagled flaps. “It looks like a horrible-looking blancmange” cried Wayne, visibly shocked.
Much as I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to get this connection out of my head.