Now you've reminded me about those non-champions and producers of tubby batsmen, Kent, how about Nackington Road as in one end of the ground at Canterbury? Always makes me chortle...
we have nearby a place called Effin and Ballyorgan. On route from Rosslare to Tipperary the is Kilmacow and Kilinaspik for the more unpolitically correct.
Done this one before I think. There are mountains in the States called the Grand Tetons. Ignorant Americans don't seem to realize that it is French for Big Tits.
we have nearby a place called Effin and Ballyorgan. On route from Rosslare to Tipperary the is Kilmacow and Kilinaspik for the more unpolitically correct.
*in an Arthur Marshall on Call My Bluff styleee* In medieval London, before the Great Fire, you might have owned a house, probably a nice, half-timbered one with leaded windows - although, as was customary at the time you had to empty your shit into the road below. Your journey home might also have been regularly interrupted by any of a number of prostitutes, many of whom "worked" the road - the Streatham High Road of its day - and after whose profession this road took its name.
Yup, you could (and I would have loved to) live in Gropecunt Lane. True fact.