It has been an interesting month.
We have had judgment handed down by the High Court on Brexit which has been
wilfully misunderstood by half of the pross and used by politicians to further
their own selfish ends, and tomorrow we get to watch the final act of the Great
American Circus. Barnum and Bailey would have nothing on this – we have Master
Trump who hopefully will wave good-bye to the Circus, like Nellie, and the
delightful Mrs Clinton who I suspect is propped up by more maintenance
medicines that you or I could dream of.
Mrs May, on the other hand, has
left Europe for the first time since her elevation and gone to India where she
seems hell-bent of ensuring that the Great British Public’s favourite food will
shortly be completely inedible because the Indian restaurant owners have
educated their off-spring so well that they do not want to spend their working
lives preparing curry for the great overfed British public.
Actually exactly the same process
has been going on in the rest of GB since about 1965 when the government
started over-educating the country’s children to such an extent that not many
of them are prepared to be the hewers of wood and drawers of water that the
country needs, but they then violently object to them being imported from
abroad.
On the home front, as we were about
to have the hall, stairs and landing redecorated we went away for a week to
Dorset. We found a farm 3 miles from Sherborne where there are a small collection
of holiday cottages which are really barn conversions, on a proper working farm
with a herd of pedigree cows. There is also a large indoor heated swimming pool
for the use of the tenants and the local people, which was wonderful.
Then to Chichester to the Theatre
to see As You Like It performed as though it took place at the end of the
1914-18 war. I don’t usually like Shakespeare done in modern dress but this
worked very well indeed. Then to Eastbourne for the Rotary District Conference –
not that we saw much of the Conference, but the eating out, drinking and visit
to the Congress Theatre were all pretty good.
Christmas is just round the corner,
so more of that next month.
A
married couple were on holiday in Jamaica . They were touring around the
market-place looking at the goods and such, when they passed a small sandal
shop.
From inside they heard the shopkeeper with a Jamaican accent say, 'You foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop.'
So the married couple walked in.
The Jamaican said to them, 'I 'ave some special sandals I tink you would be interested in. Dey makes you wild at sex.'
Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the Sex God that he was.
From inside they heard the shopkeeper with a Jamaican accent say, 'You foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop.'
So the married couple walked in.
The Jamaican said to them, 'I 'ave some special sandals I tink you would be interested in. Dey makes you wild at sex.'
Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the Sex God that he was.
The
husband asked the man, 'How could sandals make you a sex freak?'
The
Jamaican replied, 'Just try dem on, Mon.'
Well,
the husband, after some badgering from his wife, finally gave in and tried them
on.
As
soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his eyes,
something his wife hadn't seen before!!
In
the blink of an eye, the husband grabbed the Jamaican, bent him over the table,
yanked down his pants, ripped down his own pants, and grabbed a firm hold of
the Jamaican's thighs.
The
Jamaican began screaming: 'You got dem on de wrong feet!'
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Confucius Did NOT Say:
Man who wants pretty nurse must be
patient.
Passionate kiss, like spider web, leads
to undoing of fly.
Lady who goes camping with man must
beware of evil intent.
Squirrel who runs up woman's leg will
not find nuts.
Man who leaps off cliff jumps to
conclusion.
Man who runs in front of car gets
tired, but man who runs behind car gets exhausted.
Man who eats many prunes get good run
for money.
War does not determine who is right; it
determines who is left.
Man who fights with wife all day get no
piece at night.
It takes many nails to build a crib,
but only one screw to fill it.
Man who drives like hell is bound to
get there.
Man who stands on toilet is high on
pot.
Wise man does not keep sledge hammer
and slow computer in same room.
Man who lives in glass house should
change clothes in basement.
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Nest one of a number of variations
on a theme
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard, Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!
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Now the inevitable Irish joke:
An Irishman
was walking home late at night and sees a woman lurking in the
dark shadows.
"Twenty Euros," she whispers.
Paddy had never had a hooker before, but decides - what the hell, it's only
twenty Euros.
He takes up her offer and they hide in the bushes.
They're going at it for a couple of minutes, when, all of a sudden, a light
flashes on them, It's a police officer.
"What's going on here, people?" asks the officer.
"I'm making love to me wife" the Irishman answers sounding annoyed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," says the cop, "I didn't know!"
"Well, neither did I," said Paddy, "til ya shined dat feckin light in her
face!!"
dark shadows.
"Twenty Euros," she whispers.
Paddy had never had a hooker before, but decides - what the hell, it's only
twenty Euros.
He takes up her offer and they hide in the bushes.
They're going at it for a couple of minutes, when, all of a sudden, a light
flashes on them, It's a police officer.
"What's going on here, people?" asks the officer.
"I'm making love to me wife" the Irishman answers sounding annoyed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," says the cop, "I didn't know!"
"Well, neither did I," said Paddy, "til ya shined dat feckin light in her
face!!"
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Thought for the day...There is
more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's
research. This means that by 2025, there should be a large elderly population
with perky boobs, huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do
with them.
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No matter what Isaac, the husband, did in
bed, his wife never achieved an orgasm.
Since, by Jewish law, a
wife is entitled to sexual pleasure, they decide to consult their Rabbi.
The Rabbi listens to their
story, strokes his beard, and makes the following suggestion:
''Hire a strapping young
man. While the two of you are making love, have the young man wave a towel over
you. That will help your wife fantasize and should bring on an orgasm.''
They go home and follow
the Rabbi's advice. They hire a handsome young man and he waves a towel over
them as they make love. It does not help and the wife is still unsatisfied.
Perplexed, they go back to the Rabbi.
''Okay,'' he says to the
husband, ''Try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you
wave the towel over them.''
Once again, they follow
the Rabbi's advice. They go home and hire the same strapping young man.
The young man gets into
bed with the wife and the husband waves the towel. The young man gets to work
with great enthusiasm and soon she has an enormous, room-shaking,
ear-splitting, screaming orgasm.
The husband smiles, looks
at the young man and says to him triumphantly,
''See that, you schmuck?
THAT'S how you wave a towel!''
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A police officer called the station
on his radio. “I have an interesting case here. An old lady shot her husband
for stepping on the floor she had just mopped.”
“Have you arrested the woman?”
“Not yet. The floor is still wet.”
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Subject: Question time
Hillary Clinton goes to a
gifted-student primary school in New York to talk about the world. After her
talk she offers question time; one little boy puts up his hand.
Hillary asks him his name.
"Kenneth," he says.
And what is your question,
Kenneth?" she asks.
I have three questions," he says.
I have three questions," he says.
1st -- whatever happened in
Benghazi?"
2nd -- why would you run for president
if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
3rd -- whatever happened to the
missing six-billion-dollars while you were Secretary of State?
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the children that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says, "Okay, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time. Who has a question?
A different boy puts his hand up.
Hillary points to him and asks him his name. "Johnny," he says.
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the children that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says, "Okay, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time. Who has a question?
A different boy puts his hand up.
Hillary points to him and asks him his name. "Johnny," he says.
And what is your question,
Johnny?" she asks.
I have five questions," he says.
I have five questions," he says.
1st -- whatever happened in Benghazi?
2nd -- why would you run for president
if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?
3rd -- whatever happened to the
missing six-billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?
4th -- why did the recess bell go off
20 minutes early?"
And 5th -- where's Kenneth?"
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At
last, confirmation of 'Murphy's Law' with a wonderful Irish explanation:
Murphy
drops some buttered toast on the kitchen floor, and lo behold.....and it
lands butter-side-up.
He looks down in astonishment, for he knows it's a law of the universe that buttered toast ALWAYS ls butter-down.
He looks down in astonishment, for he knows it's a law of the universe that buttered toast ALWAYS ls butter-down.
So he
rushes round to the Parish to fetch Father Flanagan.
He tells the Priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen. He won't say what it is, but asks Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes.
He leads Fr. Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor.
He tells the Priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen. He won't say what it is, but asks Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes.
He leads Fr. Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor.
"Well,"
says the Priest, "it's pretty obvious that someone has dropped some
buttered toast on the floor and then, for some reason, they flipped it
over so that the butter was on top."
“No Father, I dropped it and it landed like that!" exclaimed Murphy.
"Oh my Lord," says Fr. Flanagan, "Dropped toast never falls with the butter side up... it's a miracle... but wait... it's not for me to say it's a miracle, I'll have to report this matter
to the Bishop and he'll have to deal with it. He'll send some people round to interview you, take photos, etc."
A thorough investigation is conducted, not only by the Archdiocese but by scientists sent over from the Curia in Rome.
“No Father, I dropped it and it landed like that!" exclaimed Murphy.
"Oh my Lord," says Fr. Flanagan, "Dropped toast never falls with the butter side up... it's a miracle... but wait... it's not for me to say it's a miracle, I'll have to report this matter
to the Bishop and he'll have to deal with it. He'll send some people round to interview you, take photos, etc."
A thorough investigation is conducted, not only by the Archdiocese but by scientists sent over from the Curia in Rome.
No expense
is spared.
There is great excitement in the town as everyone knows that a miracle will bring in much needed tourism revenue.
Then, after 8 long weeks and with great fanfare, the Bishop announces the final ruling.
"It is certain that some kind of an extraordinary event took place in Murphy's kitchen, quite outside the natural laws of the universe. Yet the Holy See must be very cautious before ruling a miracle and all other explanations must be ruled out."
"Unfortunately in this case it has been declared 'No Miracle' because they think... Murphy may have buttered the toast on the wrong side!"
Finally a couple
of links:
I received the
following from Alan to whom I am grateful for a lot of the best bits of these
posts:
I wouldn't normally attach for you
an extract from the proceedings of the
British Parliament, but just watch this extract and try to stop yourself
laughing.
I don't think that the Prime Minister intended her words to be taken in
the
manner that the rest of the House of Commons did - but she certainly
joined
in the ensuing laughter!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/video_and_audio/headlines/37706836
British Parliament, but just watch this extract and try to stop yourself
laughing.
I don't think that the Prime Minister intended her words to be taken in
the
manner that the rest of the House of Commons did - but she certainly
joined
in the ensuing laughter!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/video_and_audio/headlines/37706836
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Right
over the border of Northern Germany in Denmark there are a couple
of
"Fleggaard" supermarkets (belonging to the Costco family) where you really
find everything your heart craves, especially high tech and household
appliances; a lot cheaper than in Germany... For this commercial, more than 100
skydiver women jumped from a transport plane,
you see
them in free fall forming the ad text: "SIEMENS washing machine for only
269 Euros"
Called
"quite simply the best commercial ever made" by a respected advertising
expert.
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TOPLESS - SPEEDING IN DENMARK . . .
A
novel approach to the problem
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Now calm down!!
Have a good November.
