THE Incredible, BUT TRUE Histrionics OF ONE TV NELL. Let me set the scene, (TURN OFF NOW YOU BASTARDS). Newport Arms, a friday night, coupla schooners, but wait, we are talking about many years ago. I made the point; the true meaning of THE QY'S will never pass my lips, (operative word), the names in relation to TV NELL will never be divulged, like never. All I will say in relation to NELL is the following is a true "IN SIDE HER" story. OK back to the Arms. It's Friday night, coupla of the older blokes and me tagging along. One of the older blokes disappears for a few moments, he re-appears and a quite discussion takes place. The older blokes suggest that they will call it a night, "will you be able to find your way back to the club". No problems here, I will find someone to talk to, preferably a girl of the opposite sex. But; this went on for some time, quite often I would arrive back at Avalon that evening and the older blokes were not there, something is going on, you bettcha. Let's move on several months, I guess my inquisitiveness on their strange behavior prompted them to invite me to join them at a party one night, "but you must not tell a person what will happen". I'm in the inner sanctum, how deep was to astound this young bloke. We left the Pub and proceeded back in the direction of Avalon, here all reference to locale will be censored. It was a very spacious home where the party was, but we must be early, we are the only ones present when we were ushered into the home by the man and his wife. Some drinks were offered and the conversation revolved around sport and general topics. The lady was quietly attractive the man was somewhat distinguished, they were very friendly folk. Then, frigg me, one of the older blokes has his hand up the ladies skirt, the other blokes ushered me into a small room with a TV SET AND LOUNGE CHAIRS. "Farls, just leave the door open a bit". It was then the modess operandi  became apparent, we were going to shaft the hostess!! The most incredible experience was unfolding, peeking through the partly open door one could see the first older bloke removing the clothing of the lady of the house, where was the husband? There he is, he's dragging in the LI-LO from the verandah, and soon their into "IT". The husband is seen slapping the bum of my older mate, "you ready Farls your next", and I was and I did. TV NELL, the name, now I get it. She was very patient. We all did "IT". She was pleased, we were pleased, her husband was pleased because he was unable to do "IT". Over time we went to many ‘parties' at their house, only a very few "members" became "IN SIDE HERS". One last little story. A new "member", largely virginal was invited; he had limited experience at doing "IT". He was instructed to masticate her labia, AKA; bite on the box. He did just that, I mean literally, a loud scream emanated from TV Nell, she settled him down and gently showed him the error of his ways. So there you go, no names no pack drill, only truth. The moral, should that be immoral, she was randy he was immpotent, we were providing a community "service".