One foot either side of the line. Walcot Parish - St.Michael's Parish. I am a bit mystified as to why they should put an apostrophe in place of the 't'. S' Michael's Parish is hardly conversational, and it is not as if the letter-cutter had an arduous task.
These were cut into the wall of an early Victorian chapel for reformed prostitutes. Bath had plenty to choose from in those days, but now there are hardly enough to go around and the ones that you can find also have a little side-line as crack-dealers.
In the mid 18th century, Bath was teeming with prostitutes and gambling-houses. Yes, genteel Bath was built on vice. Most permanent residents - of which there were comparatively few - made their money from sugar, spice and all things nice - including slaves - but the social architect made all his money from card games.
It is very difficult to open licensed gambling houses in Bath now, let alone brothels. People have tried and failed.
I have a brilliant idea - open a a Jane Austen themed brothel. All the girls could dress up in bonnets and prim dresses, and giggle behind fans.
I have a woman friend who is a taxi driver here, and recently we used her services to go to a concert out of town, taking my German mate as a treat.
My taxi driver mate is always suntanned, and has a raucous laugh which is almost out of control and very infectious. She uses it a lot.
When she took us back to Bath around midnight after a long and mirth-filled drive from Frome, we all got out and waved goodbye. Thomas the German gave her a massive tip because he enjoyed himself so much.
A little later when talking about our driver, Thomas said, "I think she has the sort of voice that when she is a bit older, she will piss herself a little when she laughs."
I saw her the other day and told her what Thomas had said, through the open window while she was stationary at some traffic lights. She almost wet herself laughing before the lights went green.
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