Ooops

My best friend is called Minge. Well, obviously he wasn't called Minge by his parents but it's his nickname.

I sometimes forget that this may be a bit of an unusual name, especially when I am in public, and today was no exception. So there I am, sitting on the bus back from Hell to Trixy Towers when Minge calls up about our plans for this evening. And I just happen to say quite innocently down the phone, "I can't wait to see my lovely minge again."

It didn't take long to work out why I was getting odd looks...