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Nothing Changes on Frog Lane!!

In nineteen nought summatorother, a group of lads were walking down Frog Lane after a good night out on the town.
In fact, it was the culmination of a stag do.

As is often the case, one decided to do the 'tightrope-walk' ballancing act along the All Saints (latterley The Deanery) wall. As with many before them, they all joined in to see who could get furthest along. This still goes on today

Unfortunately, the groom-to-be slipped and landed legs akimbo. Proper soprano style, and hurt himself sorely.

His mates carried him to the infirmary to get him sorted.

The Doc said that he had broken his owd lad and even though he was to be wed next morning, there wasn't much he could do, except use splints and bandages.

The injured member was placed in wooden splints and bandaged.

The next day he limped through the ceremony and reception, managing to hide hid discomfort, and then it was off to Mrs Higginbottoms boarding house in Blackpool. (reasonable rates, two bob extra for the cruet)

In the bedroom, his new bride slowly undressed in front of him.

"See these breasts" she said, "no man has ever laid an eye on them". This began arousing him.

She caressed her young body and said "feel my breasts, no man has ever touched them". He had a feel and was further aroused. The swelling actually caused him some pain.

She then pulled down her drawers and said "See this, no man has..."

Before she could say anymore, the pain and pleasure got the better of him.
He dropped his kecks flopped out the bandaged bundle and said;

"That's nothing lass.
See this. This here." (he slapped the package)

"It's never even been out of t'box it came in."