Eeeh, eeeh, eeeehhhhhh

Oh my God. I’ve just experienced a real life Little Britain moment.

I was walking along Fleet High Street and coming towards me was a woman in a wheel chair being pushed by her carer. This women was, lets say, mentally and physically disabled (don’t know what the PC terms are). She was sitting there with her legs spread apart and had pulled her skirt up showing everyone her knickers.

I just had this overwhelming urge to go “Eeeh, eeeh, eeeehhhhhh”.