50 Shades of Grey

50 Shades of Grey

We had a novel experience at a recent meeting of our book
club at the Men's Shed. One of our senior members, Ted
Roberts, who is himself an author lauded for his timeless
work "Woodworking for Profit and Pleasure", came
up with an interesting suggestion. He said his wife thought
that we should read a book called "Fifty Shades of
Grey" as we might learn something from it. Someone
thought it would come in handy when re-painting the house.
The chaps were all asked to attend our next meeting with
some notes relating to their experience of reading the book
and its relevance to our activities.

At the follow-up meeting we had an enthusiastic full house,
where the members recounted the literary impact of the novel.
Here are their experiences:
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Bill Carruthers, 74

We tried various positions – round the back, on the side,
up against a wall.
But in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the
garden was the only place for a good shed.
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Nick Enwright, 86

She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
“I’m yours for the night,” she gasped, “You can do
whatever you want with me.”
So I took her to B&Q.
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Ted Roberts, 79

She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at
first, then harder until finally it came. I moaned with
pleasure. Now for the other boot.
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Tom Entwhistle, 73

Ever since she read THAT book, I’ve had to buy all kinds
of ropes, chains and shackles. She still manages to get into
the shed, though.
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Jack Farthing, 78

“Put on this rubber suit and mask,” I instructed,
calmly.
“Mmmm, kinky!” she purred.
“Yes,” I said, “You can’t be too careful with all
that asbestos in the shed roof.”
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John Hardcastle, 72

“I’m a very naughty girl,” she said, biting her lip.
“I need to be punished.”
So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
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Colin Horrocks, 65

“Harder!” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly.
“Harder!”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s the gross national product
of Nicaragua?”
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Malcolm Riddock, 75

I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had
come up a treat.
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Allen Cardly, 74

“Are you sure you can take the pain?” she demanded,
brandishing stilettos.
“I think so,” I gulped.
“Here we go, then,” she said, and showed me the receipt.

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Humphrey Landsdowne, 56

Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over
my workbench.
“Very well,” I replied. “You’ve got a fat arse and
no dress sense.”
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Nicholas Benchley, 53

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “When I’m
done, you won’t be able to sit down for weeks.” She
nodded.
“Okay,” I said, putting the three-piece suite
on eBay.
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Toby Williams, 60

“Punish me!” she cried. “Make me suffer like only a
real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat
up.

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50 Shades of Grey