And yes, in English English, 'fanny' = 'pussy', only not such a crass term.
Hee. I'm just thinking how much more fun Fanny Price could have been with a name like that.
And oooh! What a superb companion!
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And yes, in English English, 'fanny' = 'pussy', only not such a crass term.
Hee. I'm just thinking how much more fun Fanny Price could have been with a name like that.
And oooh! What a superb companion!
Hey, you'd better believe I was gobsmacked watching Funny Girl when she has that whole sequence with the roller skates and the song mentions being left to fall on her fanny, or something. My ten-year-old eyes were coming out on stalks, I tell you.
But then, there are plenty of blokes out there called Dick. YSillyNameMV.
But then, there are plenty of blokes out there called Dick. YSillyNameMV.
My friend used to work for a man named Dr. Dick Head. Hand to heart, I swear it's true. She said he was one, too.
My father is a Richard; I was 14 or so before I connected him with possibly being called Dick (he prefers Ric). And I was 20 before I realized my last name is uncomfortably close to the word penis.
I knew a few Moreheads in HS.
I should marry a man named Morehead. That would be so cool.
I know a girl named Fanny. She's English. She has absolutely no idea what possesed her parents to choose that name.
There's a girl in my town called Fanny Eyres. (This is more amusing when you realise that in Yorkshire dialects, people drop the 'H' most of the time.) Then there's Shona Dick and Donna Moonie, who were at school with my mate Euan, and Justin Tune who was at school with me. And someone on telly the other day called Tanya Dick. And the Choir master at my dad's church when he was a kid was called Willy Diddle. And my sister's music teacher was called Nicholas Knights. (it was an all girls school, to make matters worse)
One of my grandmother's was a school secretary and some poor boy had been named Peter Long. Evidentally Peter Long got in trouble quite often (and can you blame him with that name) so she was constantly having to type out "Long, Peter".
Note: My grandmother DID NOT tell me this story. She told my mother with much embarassment, who then told me.
One of the big men in my Mom's hometown was named Harry Bahls, III.