A couple of weeks ago the three of us were watching ‘Bed-knobs and Broomsticks’. I LOVE this film. You just can’t beat a bit of Angela Landsbury. It was years since I’d watched it. I only recently bought the DVD because when I mentioned the film to Beth, she hadn’t a clue what I was talking about!! I had officially failed as a parent!!
Watching one of your favourite childhood movies as an adult is always quite an experience. How on Earth did they get all those innuendoes past us?? Bed-Knobs and Broomsticks is (little did I realise) one of the most innuendo littered films out there! It was like watching a whole different story and some of the lines were absolutely hilarious!. The worst/best was this little line from the lovely Paul.
“What’s that got to do with my knob?”
I laughed so hard that I was crying, but part of the reason why I was laughing so hard was because not only did Phill react in the same way, but so did Beth!!! At first I thought she was just laughing at us because we were hysterical, then (as Beth is currently at the age when she thinks that she knows everything and we know nothing) she proceeded to explain to us that the line was terribly funny because some people use the word ‘knob’ as a swear word.
Cue even more hysterical laughter from Phill and I. “Excellent darling, I’m so glad you cleared that up for us.” 😛 Thank the Lord we have Beth around to keep us abreast of popular swear words eh? At least she doesn’t seem to have heard that it’s a slang word for a certain male body part yet! Lol.
Anyway it wasn’t forgotten and has become a bit of an ‘in joke’ as we debate paint colours, room layouts and the logistics of moving house. When discussions have gone around in circles for a while or when someone is getting a little bit stroppy (never me of course ;-P), one of us will chime up with… ‘What’s that got to do with my knob?’ And then we decide that white emulsion will do just fine and leave the DIY store giggling like…well….ten year olds, who have found a way to swear without swearing.
Today was another day spent umming and ahhing and breaking our backs trying to get the new house sorted. But we can see the light at the end of the tunnel now. I’ve even bought some lovely acrylic….erm….’handles’ to replace the broken old wooden ones in the kitchen units that I’m painting. Whether painting the kitchen is brave or foolish will I’m sure be decided by the result! I’ll fill you in on that later.
Anyway the screws that came with the….handles, were a little too short and the ones that were already in the doors were a little long now, so it was off to the DIY store again. Beth and Phill made the executive decision that I should go it alone and waited in the car. Vintage girl in the hardware section? :-/ I had my poker face on but it
baffled scared the hell out me!
When I returned to the car I explained that I couldn’t find screws that were both the right length and width so went for a screw/nut combo.
“You see I’ll put the old screw through a nut, through the wood and then into the new sparkly knob.”
“What’s that got to do with my knob?” Beth chimes up behind me!!!
Could have been worse, she could have found, screw, nut and wood funny too!!!!
Ahh DIY….you are such a mucky past time ;-P