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.
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!