Browsing this afternoon, I found this article in the Telegraph, and well, it contained this wee snippet:
Penny, from Reading, was otherwise preoccupied, fretting that Mr R's breeches were so tight they might affect his sperm count, and mused if perhaps they were sewn on afresh, every morning?
Eek, that was me! In my defence, they were unnaturally tight trousers and they were continuously flaunted at the viewer at pretty much every occasion. See:
He's trying to beguile Jane with his shapely thighs! Frankly, they slightly scared me.
Not thinking that the BBC would ever publish my scurrilous review, I put it on my blog.