When I was a wee lass
The head of my bed was against the radiator. It was in an old house and the central heating would regularly erupt with various gurgling, rawr-ing and plopping noises. These were somewhat frightening to a sensitive small child such as I.

My mum had just put me to bed and I asked her what the scary radiator monster was.

"It's Willy," She responded. She had her hand on a book about the infamous captive killer whale.

From then on, anything scary or intimidating was a 'willy.' My parents drew much amusement from this misunderstanding and encouraged my usage of the word in this sense.

Backfired though. I was in a shop with my dad, queueing to buy something tasty. He was jangling his keys in his pocket as men do. Enthralled by the noise, I got the attention of the old lady in front of me, pointed to my father's pocket and declared: "There's willies in there!"

We left the shop very quickly after that.
(KeenBean objects to this comma, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 19:26, 2 replies)

They set themselves up for that.

( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 21:45, closed)

*click* for inadvertantly suggesting your dad's a paed, well done that child :D

(brutal stack Raided the beeves of Apollo on, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 23:49, closed)