Not in the version I read, where they were brother and sister and about eight years old. But probably somewhere on the internet
It was "The Magic Faraway Tree". They were called Rick and Franny in the version I had as a kid. Behindthename.com says "Fanny" as a name dropped out of use when it became a synonym for "vagina". It might be a regional thing, it's certainly not an acceptable word where I come from. I also saw an adaptation of Swallows and Amazons (well, I didn't actually see it, but I saw the cast list) where Titty was called Tatty.
If I had a kid, I'd teach it that genitals were called cunts and love truncheons. But I'm not having kids, so one of you lot will have to do it for me.
I had Fanny and Titty in the front row when I was teaching Finns & Swedes. The classroom's delight palpable, the big fat sweaty blob, the male teacher: 'Boris' 'Yes' 'Eric' 'Yes' Inhale...'F..f..fanny?' Sniggers and exasperation 'yes.' 'Titty..?' 'It's Titty, not Titty...' 'Thank you, Titty?' 'Yes.'
Definitely you'd face some kind of judicial torture and confinement in the isolation wing. I suggest 35 years as a deterrent.
The horrors they see, the loss of every scrap of freedom and autonomy, the toll it takes on their bodies and souls, constantly being watched by twitchy, armed thugs with machine guns... Give me 35 years in the big house over four in the White House any day... ETA: And it's possible that someone will be able to offer an informed comparison in the next few years
Now, now... "Fanny's" a very good word anyway - for prose dialogue in the domestic setting [UK] twinned with "boobs" or tripled <French.
That sounds like something a very drunk person might say to a potential victim: "Wait 'til you see my vulvasaurus..." Spoiler We Happy Few, unless I'm much mistaken?
My mother actually worked with a woman named Fanny Pratt, back in the late 1930s. It was sniggeriscious, but nothing more. This was in the USA, though. She also spoke of meeting a man named Horace Maneer as well. Names, eh?
I trained as a teacher many years ago, and one of my co-trainees was called Pippa Sex. The headmaster asked her if she wanted to be called something else for the duration (difficult enough being a student teacher) but she drew herself up to her full height, puffed her chest out and told him that she had been a Sex all her life and heard every joke he could think of plus a few more. True story. (I admired her for it, but I would have admired her even more if she'd suggested that he introduce her as Pippa Dildo)
It's snowing! It's a powdery white scenery outside! That's the good news. Bad news is that I've been sick for about a week now, although at least the fever's down now and I can't go outside and play. Maybe tomorrow. I'm just glad it's snowing!
1. I've been writing again and that's really nice. 2. I'm attending a field school in Lancashire this coming summer and couldn't be more excited! I can't wait to be back in the country that stole my heart! Plus it's studying Pendle Hill and that's just amazing. 3. Harley Quinn has her surgery on Thursday! I was able to get a credit line increase. While that's scary, I just want her to be happy and pain free again. I love my baby girl.
Holy shit, this is the first time I've actually logged into WF and spent more than a few minutes at a time in like a month or so... and it just happens to be my two year WF anniversary! Far out, man... that's symbolic, ironic, prophetic and auspicious all rolled into one!