Pretty thundering dull

Earlier this fall, I spent a wee bit of time reading up on London tabloids in the 20th century and came across this tidbit, the perfect little smidgeon for a day when I feel about as dull as poor “Lonely”

Lonely, of March, Cambs, writes:

• I’m 23; I save £3 a week, don’t smoke or drink.
  Yet I can’t get a girl for love nor money.
  I’m not a fairy prince, what am I?

Answer: Pretty thundering dull, we should think.

(from the Daily Mirror, 1990s; quoted in Matthew Engel’s Tickle the Public [1996] 160)