But surely re degustibus non est disputandem? Surely one's man's toothsome meat is another man's malodorous poison? You, for instance, are a delicate, refined - even foppish - type who will cry 'Faugh!' and deploy his nosegay at the first hint of hair on a pudendum. Someone like Herb, on the other hand, is an earthy son of toil who likes nothing more the reesty stench of a fanny that looks like an unsponsored roundabout.
It is, isn't it? I'd love to claim it as my own, but honour forbids me. Kerry Godliman used it in an after-dinner set we hired her for. The audience of roofers looked somewhat discomfited, but I laughed uproariously.
Ever since I heard it, I've been looking for a chance to use it.