He was a fan of the PBS airings of British shows, so we watched a lot of those.

One such program was The Avengers. I was always drawn to Mrs. Peel & her leather outfits & high kicks, which at the time didn't seem to indicate much of anything, but now maybe does. Anyway, I could never really follow what the episodes were about; the plots seemed overly complex and nonsensical at the same time, but I figured that was something Grown-ups understood. It wasn't until I was older and Amber and I started getting Avengers eps from the library that I realized they DIDN'T make any sense.

Another program we watched, which is why I'm writing this, was Are You Being Served?, a British sitcom set in a department store.

The recurring gag, which I guess slipped past censors on both sides of the pond, was Mrs. Slocombe talking about her pussy. I certainly wasn't in on this joke, but judging from how hard he laughed, my dad surely was.

Looking back, this is probably when I was imprinted with my love of the saucy double entendre, especially involving all things foreign.

Some buddy on youtube put together this great compilation of Mrs. Slocombe & Her Pussy's Greatest Hits. It's a little long, but it does kinda fly by.
Rest In Peace, Mrs. S!
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