Friday, August 03, 2007
Cheap Laugh
Who needs sophisticated humour? This would make Homer laugh, and that should be good enough for the rest of us.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
where is Donald McGill when you need him?!
ReplyDelete''have you had the coastguard out before?!''
ReplyDelete''oh yes, but only in private.''
''don't worry about me, boys, it's my Bertie! we were doing Stairway to Heaven when the tide came in!''
ReplyDeleteThe funniest thing - and I've noticed it before - is the way the Daily Mail has to instruct its readership to ''scroll down for more'', like they're going to rush off and miss something utterly profound. Why don't they just put in a hyperlink to a better newspaper?!
ReplyDelete"Look dear, if it becomes touch and go, what's your buoyancy like?"
ReplyDelete''okay luv, we'll try and get you off before you're much wetter!''
ReplyDelete''(sigh) just like my Bertie...''
''Have you tried Atkins?!''
ReplyDelete''Might have. They all look the same after 10 pints!''
Looks like we've got us a second caption contest picture here, Bryan...
ReplyDeleteis that Judy Finnigan?
ReplyDelete(that's not a caption but an question for the commenter above)
five quid a line.
ReplyDeleteWe were warned earlier that some of these holiday sex positions were dangerous. I see her rescuers weren't taking any chances with STDs.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't the incoming tide have unstuck her? Fat folk float better than anyone!
ReplyDeleteyou mean they're less dense? that's why you never see any fat scuba divers! and I thought it was just a rubber shortage.
ReplyDeletewow that's like an Emily Dickinson poem crossed with Benny Hill...
ReplyDeletei started early, took my dog
and visited the sea
the mermaids in the basement
came out to look at me
And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
Elberry, I rather like that. But I believe the reference to mermaids looking at one suggests not E. Dickinson but T.S. Eliot -- "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock" -- see the final stanzas.
ReplyDeleteSusan, i think we can safely say this beached whale of a woman would have no Prufrockian qualms about eating a peach.
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