We've been watching Monty Don on 'Gardener's World' tonight. As Mr. Bsag knows all about my fondness for Monty, he keeps teasing me with double entendres of an almost Carry On film championship standard.
"Ooo, look at the size of his dibber."
"He's got a nice fat marrow there."
And so on... The trouble is that double entendres are a bit like Pringles — once you pop, you can't stop. Oo-er.