article_snippet: ‘sorry to interrupt your busy day, monsieur, but would you mind dropping your drawers so that my pouting assistant Miss Droop can take the bore and length of your old man’?
article_snippet: The figure shrivels to 3.6 in when the member is in a state of genial repose.
article_snippet: ‘thing’ rose to a mere 4.3 in, something that gave the poor lad hours of angst, while the once accepted norm, at least of myth, was nearly half as much again
article_snippet: — the old ‘six inches of proud British manhood’.
article_snippet: One naturally has sympathy with those who may worry that those who may worry that they have been given short commons in the trouser department by the Almighty have been given short commons in the trouser department by the Almighty.
article_snippet: And what are we to make of the vast codpieces that bed-hopping Henry VIII had made for Henry VIII suits of armour?
article_snippet: Real need or a figment of Henry Tudor’s imagination?