Talking to my mate Mags about her gay hairdresser friend, who had the raging hots for her brother.
She took him with her when she went to get her hair cut.
GH to her brother: "Tell me, darling, how far does that tan go? Do we get to see? Are there any white bits?”

To Mags: “Oh, darling, please, just let me have one crack at him and l'll die happy....”
"Where are you going, darling? Somewhere hot and exotic so l can see this divine creature in his budgie smugglers?”

And again, to her brother:
GH: "You don't have another brother, do you, darling?”
“I have. He's only nine, though.”
GH: “There is no God! I'm destined to die a virgin....”

Her poor brother. It was bloody incessant. He used to blush. No wonder.
Bloody funny, though.

Mags: "What do l owe you?" (after having her hair cut)
GH: "Oh, it's fine, love. On the house. Just take me out one evening. Or better still, you stay at home, and Michael can take me out...."