To deliver an oversized mechanic’s index finger into the naughty balloon knot of your lover as she bends over to pick up your shooting brogues.
“Carol my dear, would you mind awfully grabbing my shooting attire from the back door and placing them on the drying rack for me”
“of course not Nigel my darling…..……JESUS CHRIST!! Is that your finger or a coke can that’s just tickled my spleen from the basement entrance?!?! It felt like someone just used me as a guitar case.”
“Oh Carol, you do make me laugh. I just saw your delightful rear end calling to me through that Cath Kitson dress and I felt compelled to deliver a good old Dirty Nigel to you bum-hoolio. Love you”