I used to live on Redcliffe Road, in Mansfield, and there were Jeehoves at one end of the street and the 7th day Adventure scouts at the other ........ I always hoped for a pitched battle but they never had a meet
I got sick of the apprentice Jeehoves using our street to practice on, every Sunday, so I gave them a bit of a shock one morning ....... I put on a crisp white shirt, a tie and a smart jacket, but nowt else.
There was a youngish trainee lass and an older woman.
I engaged them in conversation, not difficult like, and watched as their eyes slowly dropped to me knackers.
Never saw them again
(The Jeehoves that is, not me knackers.)