British Bunnies

This brings back some memories. When I was around 10 years old, my family lived in London, and I attended an all-boys school. A couple of times a week the school would pile a group of us boys into a bus and drive us to a pool for swimming lessons, and the route to the pool happened to take us directly past the London Playboy club.

Every single time we drove past it the bus would almost tip over as all the boys rushed to the side facing the club and pressed up against the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of a bunny -- as the teachers yelled at us to get back in our seats.

I think we only managed to see a bunny one time, who happened to be hanging out around the entrance, and a riot almost ensued on the bus.

Last year, after having spine surgery, the doctor advised me not to bend at the waist for a month. I told him I could do "the bunny dip". He had no clue what I was talking about. I'm 70, he's in his 40s.
Bunnies couldn't bend while serving drinks lest they tumbled out of their suits. Poor man obviously had a sheltered childhood.

Alex, what a hoot! You can't manufacture precious memories like that! You're a lucky fellow, and I'm glad I was able to reinvoke some fond recollections.

Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich still going:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez_riFwB6bY

The “bunny dip” looks like a convoluted way of avoiding leaning forward and putting on an accidental “show.”