. . And The Same To You With Brass Knobs!

Those of you whose lives are so shallow that you follow the ramblings of this old ‘boffer’ will know of my obsession with knockers! Well, knobs and knockers if I’m truthful. I can’t remember how long it’s been now that a beautiful pair of knockers has turned me on. Some of my mates were ‘thigh men’ or ‘ankle men’, but for me it was always knockers!

a lovely pair of knockers – amazing, in fact!

Tuscany has been an eye-opener with more beautiful (and not so beautiful) knockers out there on public display than you could shake a stick at. For we officiendos of a brassy, perky pair of knockers, Italy in general and Tuscany in particular offers considerable stimulation and scope for study.

Good Luck

Knockers are symbolic. In different cultures they have different meanings, but some things are universal. Animals (fish; dragons; lions; raging bulls), for example, are warders off of the evil eye and bringers of good fortune. In Turkey, Italy, the Middle East and across much of North Africa we find the ‘Khamsa’ or ‘Hand of Fatima’. Khamsa means five, a direct allusion to the ‘Hand of God’. In Islam this has come to commemorate the ‘Hand of Fatima’, the fabled daughter of the Prophet Mohamed (PBUH). It brings protection, blessings, power and strength, and it deflects evil.

Hand of Fatima

Satyr and Serpent

Satan or Satyr

who knows knocker

There’s more to a lovely pair of knockers than meets the eye! And finally . . .

. . something you can’t knock – a Triumph Bonneville

Alan Fenn, Cevoli Köyü, Tuscany

ps I had intended to post this drivel whilst in Tuscany, but good company and good wine put paid to it.

pps Annie, if you read this, enquiring which part of an octopus the natives stuffed corks up led to blank stares or frantic searching for an exit!

22 thoughts on “. . And The Same To You With Brass Knobs!

    1. I told my mother it was what the living room carpet was for – I was 17 and she clipped me round the ears!

    1. Dear, oh dear! Which reminds me – Young man walked into a pub one day, ordered a pint and looked around. Lying in front of the fire, licking his testicular protuberances was an aged and very Senior Dog. The young man watched for a while before turning to the landlord and saying, ‘I wish I could do that!’ ‘Give him a biscuit’ said the landlord ‘and he might let you!’
      Well you started this!

      1. I’m not rising to the bait, Alan, or to a biscuit. But, please, if I end up on the pub floor like that, send me to the ‘farm’.

  1. Of course I’m reading this – and you know that wasn’t the question! Glad you got back safe and sound despite the Italian railways.

    1. . . true! Didn’t get an answer though – not sure if it was language or anatomy that proved the stumbling block!

  2. Ciao Alan — I am glad you found such wonderful knockers to photograph in Italy. They really are incredible. When I read the title, I thought we might be getting a lot of photos of low italian necklines. There is a national obsession with knockers in Italy (I know because I work with a bunch of Italian cameramen), but they call them melons. And the whole melon obsession is tied into the Mammone (mama-boys) culture. One cameraman explained it to me that they all wish they could spend their lives breast-feeding in the warmth of their mamma’s embrace. So, it is a relief to me that you found some real knockers to focus your lense on.

  3. It need some repainting. Sometimes, when I see knockers… My feeling is little unusual. It’s like a creepy feeling or somethin’.

  4. Ay! Between knock-knock jokes, drunken Senior dogs, melons, mamones and the like – I can barely remember to work through the needed laughter to say – indeed – stellar knockers! Did you pin them? Perhaps a coffee table book of stellar Knockers?

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