file under grodie

so, i'm watching cash in the attic on bbcamerica and the nice wife selling her heirlooms (see: crap) for a painting to hang in the living room strolls out of the kitchen with what she thinks is a gravy boat. turns out, it's not a gravy boat at all (the telltale lack of a spout should have given it away) but is instead a victorian piss pot.

chauncy (my eighteenth tv boyfriend) tells alistair (my nineteenth tv and twelfth gay boyfriend) that it was so dearly painted and shaped like a gravy boat because it would have been displayed and used (!) in the dining room. why get up from the table to piss when you could hold this pot down there and do your business without missing a thing?

those poor servants. if i had to travel back in time, i'd beg for my sense of smell to be taken away first, i think.