When I drift back in my mind through the mists of time, to when I was a young fella dating a girl called Jenny, I remember meeting her in a pub at lunchtime. She walked into the pub, sat down beside me and told of the many whistles from road-workers she had to endure whilst walking to the pub.
"Jenny," I said to her, "Come over to that big mirror on the wall, take a good look at yourself, you are truly gorgeous, and those blokes have eyes and let you know how gorgeous you are by whistling, nothing insulting, just overpowering admiration for the beauty that you are."
"I'll walk back that way after lunch, Tim," she said with a big smile on her face.
"Jenny," I said to her, "Come over to that big mirror on the wall, take a good look at yourself, you are truly gorgeous, and those blokes have eyes and let you know how gorgeous you are by whistling, nothing insulting, just overpowering admiration for the beauty that you are."
"I'll walk back that way after lunch, Tim," she said with a big smile on her face.
