For many years there was a hardware shop in my home town called Worcester Tool and Fixings.
Long before their initials acquired their present meaning.
I googled it and got systematically redirected to a chain which had presumably taken them over.
The organisation which ran my local theatre was composed of councillors, professional artists, sponsors and ordinary members of the public, the last-named were referred to as Persons Interested in Theatrical Art. PITA for short.
A man goes into a Scottish baker's. "How much is that cake?"
"A poond"
"And how much is that one?"
"A poond. All ma cakes are a poond!"
"Oh, OK. What about that one?"
"Ach, that one's two poonds."
"Oh. Why's that then?"
"Tha's Madeira cake."
Yes! Spot on. "Silly ar5e". The running joke of course was that his lordship was perpetually drunk. This was lost on me in the "60's because all the adults in my family were very well behaved.
Gone are the days when giving to charity was an activity most of us did in private, or where the total raised was not attributable to one individual. E.g. a jumble sale.