We have a similar predicament at work.
One of our ashtrays has been taken over by tits of the feathery kind.
It seems the BBC is determined to milk the schoolboy innuendo potential of great tits to the max, having already raised the bar with its recent award-winning headline "Great tits cope well with warming". Try this latest heartwarming, tit-related story from Scotland, paying particular attention to the related Beeb link: BBC …
Since they don't currently have that great a reputation regarding news, and reporting anything that can increase thier audience is good.
But this may have gone too far, I was offended by the title, thinking that someone had taken pictures of poor defensless women to show of thier natural beauty. I was even more enraged that I could not enjoy said picture for a moment before going off in a tiraid about irresponsible journalism.
Com'on who has not seen her jubblies.
I'm inclined to think someone at the BBC did write "Great tits cope well with warming" with innuendo in mind. The whole feel of the sentence -- and the fact that they didn't capitalize the word "tits" -- has to make one suspicious. While collectively tits are tits, "Great Tit" is the name of a species.
And, yes, I like the "related" link. iPhone users will love multi-touching that one.
The previous offering was definitely milking it, but this one seems quite innocent to me. So there's a species of bird called the "great tit" - that doesn't mean the BBC are trying to insert some childish innuendo every time they write those words. I think Lester needs to take a cold shower and calm down a bit.
It just so happens that I spent a few moment looking at the BBC Springwatch message board earlier today. It is full of discussion of tits with not a hint of innuendo.
In fact, there was one poster who seemed to be under the impression that the birds were actually called "grey tits". I can see this catching on as a "low innuendo" version of "great tit", for use when talking to schoolboys etc. A bit like how Piddletown changed its name to Puddletown in case Queen Victoria ever happened to pass through.
Topless woman goes into a bar, says 'Burman, give me a Martoni'. After a moment's reflection he serves her a Martini, which she knocks back. 'Burman, give me another one of those Martonis'. Again a Martini is served, and knocked back. A little later, 'Burman...', but the barman interrupts ' you want another Martoni?'. 'No thanks, burman, these Martonis are giving me hearburn.' The barman eyes her up and down, then replies 'lady, let me explain a few things. It's not burman, it's barman. It's not Martoni, it's Martini. And it's not heartburn, your left tit is in the ashtray.'