Enid Blyton - The real Queen of England. She who taught a nation of children how to fight crimes, solve mysteries, and be racist, sexist, pompous and interfering. Valuable lessons for innocent minds to learn. But I've recently spotted something even more sinister going on.
Some of the titles of her books could easily be mistaken for low-budget, amateur porn. Whether this is deliberate or not is a subject for debate, but subliminal or not, I think the following evidence speaks for itself.
Exhibit One: The Mr Twiddle Series
1942 - Hello Mr Twiddle!
Alright, so this one is fairly innocuous. Although you can't help but wonder what a man with a name like Twiddle might do for a living?
1949 - Don't Be Silly Mr Twiddle
Slightly more suspicious. What could the nature of this silliness possibly be?
1953 - Well Really Mr Twiddle!
Mr Twiddle has clearly been caught doing something he shouldn't, perhaps with the babysitter?
Exhibit Two: The Mr Pink-Whistle Series
1939 - The Adventures of Mr Pink-Whistle
Now, what on earth could Enid be referring to here?
1949 - Mr Pink-Whistle interferes
And is subsequently arrested?
1955 - Mr Pink-Whistle's party
A whole lotta shakin' going on...
Exhibit 3: Miscellaenous
1943 - Dame Slap and her School
Of tough love no doubt
1949 - Bumpy and his Bus
Climb aboard ladies!
1949 - Rubbalong Tales
?!?
This is no place for children.