Some memories stick. In the 70s I used to play squash with a friend, every Friday and then we would join his wife, and usually another couple, for lots of cheap wine and 500 (cards).
One evening his wife and I went down the street, (in Balmain) to get the wine and at the bar were some elderly people. (I am now probably older.) and, I heard the lady say to the gentlemen beside her: “Who will have me tonight?”
I guess I’d led rather a sheltered life.
That seemed so ‘naughty’; so sad to me.
But looking at my photo, I am imagining this being ‘said’ by the bird, on the right.
(I hope I have the gender, the right-way round.)