Fel byxor

"Den sällsyntaste sortens viktoriansk klintbergare är de som har med sex att göra. Inte så att viktorianerna inte berättade vågade historier, men i princip vågade ingen trycka dem. Här är en som på något sätt slank förbi."
In a suburb of Dundee a golden discovery was recently made by a husband, who had hitherto manifested the most unqualified confidence in the fidelity of his wife. It seems that he had been from home one day recently, and had returned rather unexpectedly late at night. On arriving, he found that his wife, who had not previously evinced any symptoms of illness, complained of having been suddenly seized with spasms. The danger was no more serious, however, than that the wife thought a little whisky would remove it, and there being none in the house she earnestly urged her spouse to procure the same. The good man had undressed for the night, but was not proof against her entreaties, and having hastily put on what he supposed to be his trousers, proceeded to a public house in the neighbourhood. The keeper, on hearing his complaint, gave him a gill of whisky, for which he laid a coin on the counter. The publican asked if the man hadn’t a shilling, and [the man] said he had given him one. The keeper, however, told him it was sovereign, and [the man] expressed his astonishment, he was not aware that he had any gold in his possession. Again putting his hand into his pocket he pulled out a number of gold pieces, and third time he plunged with a similar result, having taken out all about twenty sovereigns. He was perfectly dumbfoundered [sic] by this auriferous discovery, and astonishment was greatly increased when on looking he ascertained that his trousers were further adorned with what appeared to be gold stripes down the side of each leg. Imagining that some kind fairy had been at work and bewitched his trousers, he took a closer inspection of them, but a terrible thought crossed his mind when he found the stripes were like those worn by defenders of our country. The affectionate husband immediately rushed from the shop and made the best of his way home in the hope that would yet be in time to find the owner of the pantaloons. The bird, had flown, and the melancholy spouse, determined to make the best of the matter could, drowned his sorrow at the expense of his rival.
- Beach Combing: Victorian Urban Legends: Wrong Trousers, Strange History 21 januari 2018

Dr B. avslutar med att efterlysa en version av skrönan (?) som är äldre än denna från mars 1870.

Vad de vågade skrönornas sällsynthet beträffar är jag försiktigt tveksam. Viktorianerna var ju inte så genompryda som folk fått för sig, och den återgivna sängkammarfarsen skulle väl näst intill ha passerat Hays-kodenWP.

1 kommentar:

Anonym sa...

Jag tycker att det påminner om en historia ur dekamerone. En abedissa tar emot en älskare på natten då någon bultar på dörren till hennes cell. En av noviserna har ertappats med en man. Hon klär sig skyndsamt i mörkret och rusar ut för att ivrigt börja banna den ertappade. Efter ett tag påpekar dock denna att det abedissan har på huvudet är inte ett nunnedok utan ett par byxor.