The authorities in Reading, a town in which I lived for seven years from the late 90s, have taken to trying to brighten the place up with information signs about local history.
I spied this one on a recent visit:
But no, sadly, I didn’t get to renact what would have happened to a girl caught on the streets and whipped. But I may have pondered the severity of the punishments that the constables meted out in anger after their pay claims had been refused…
I say ‘sady’, but actually I had my hands rather full in my hotel room on my free evening the following night. And no, even feeling confident enough these days to post stories of naughtier evenings here on the blog: I am not going to write about it. I wouldn’t want to make the two girls blush…!!
Oh come on! You can’t just write this post and end with “I am not going to write about it. I wouldn’t want to make the two girls blush…!!”! So unfair!