Barmy Albert woke up in a cold sweat, terrified that he was late for work. Then he realised that he was already at work! Albert was in a bit of a kerfuffle, because earlier in the day, he was caught speeding down the M67, feeling quite secure in a gaggle of cars that were all travelling at the same speed. However, as they all passed a police Land Rover, a copper with an infra-red speed gun clocked him and pulled him over onto the hard shoulder. The efficient policeman handed Albert a ticket and he was about to walk away, when Albert protested and opined: “Officer, I know that I was speeding, but I don’t think it’s fair, because there were lots of other cars around me that were going just as fast, so why did I alone receive a ticket?” the copper replied: “Did you ever go a-fishing?” Albert answered: “Yes, I have. On many occasions.” The policeman grinned and sez: “Did you ever catch ‘em all?”
In days of yore, my mother used to work in the local haberdashery on the High Street, whereas, my auntie Agnes was in charge of the herbalist and wholefood shop. A far cry from the town centres of today that merely consist of six vape outlets, ten Turkish barbers, seven places to repair your phone screen, three tattoo and piercing parlours, five takeaway kebab emporiums and two coffee shops. Not forgetting a Ladbrokes. Moreover, I fondly recollect when banks used to close at 3pm. Now they are closed permanently. Where did it all go doo-lally?
BREAKING NEWS: A British man was attacked by a shark, whilst honeymooning in Australia. Newspaper reports advise that he didn’t suffer for too long, primarily because he’d only been married for four days. I heard on the grapevine that the best way to defend yourself from a shark attack is by poking the shark in the eyes. However, I reckon that I have a much better strategy and that is staying in Glossop.
A scouser sauntered into the Job Centre and asked if any jobs were available. The manager behind the desk told him that his timing was immaculate! He sez: “We have just got a job in from a very wealthy local businessman who requires a chauffeur cum bodyguard for his two daughters. You’ll have to drive around in a big Range Rover Evoque and wear the uniform that’s provided. The hours are short and meals are provided. You will also have to escort the young ladies on their many overseas holidays, mainly to the Caribbean or Seychelles. The salary package is £100k per annum!” The scouser gasped and replied: “You’re kidding me!” The manager sez: “Well, you started it!”
Fascinating Fact: I’ve found that if you tuck one part of your trouser leg into your sock, then folk expect a lot less of you.
Remember back in the time when our parents would send us to school with no water bottle, no mobile phone and no snacks, but somehow, we would survive until the end of the day.
I was walking past a local farmyard and I spotted a sign that bore the legend: Duck, eggs. I was just thinking that it was an unnecessary comma and then it hit me!
TOP TIP: Always read the instructions on funeral invitations very carefully and don't make the terrible mistake that I made. The words 'sombre' and 'sombrero' look very similar. Apologies once again.
Quote of the week: Such is life and life is such and after all it isn’t much. First a cradle, then a hearse. It might have been better, but it could have been worse. Norman Wisdom.
I’m very good in the bedroom department. Fifteen years I worked for Ikea. Thirty years ago, I’d think that I was great in bed. Nowadays, I think: “Great, I‘m in bed!” Of course, I fondly recollect when I could lie in bed in one position for hours. Nowadays, I have to spin around like a rotisserie chicken every fifteen minutes or my hip hurts.
I’d like to thank everyone who took part in Sober October. It was much easier to get to the bar.
Doncha just hate it when you’re in the kitchenette, singing along to a song on the radio and the artist gets all the lyrics wrong? Did Madonna really sing: “Last night, I dreamt of some bagels” or was it a fig leaf of my imagination?
I often wonder if spiders giggle while running away from us. Last weekend, I caught a huge spider as it scuttered across the hearth rug. The missus sez: “Don’t kill it. Take it out.” I took it to Wetherspoons. She was a nice spider. It turns out that her name is Simone and she wants to become a web designer. Who’d a thowt it!
Meanwhile, up Scropton Street back snicket in The Pitt Bull and Stanley Knife pub. Non-Stick Nora sez to Barmy Albert: “See that crazy bloke over there, who’s paralytic drunk and making an utter fool of himself?” Albert retorted: “Who the devil is he?” Nora replied: “Well, ten years ago, he was my boyfriend and I turned him down when he asked me to marry him!” Albert was totally gobsmacked and sez: “Gee-Whizz! I see that he’s still celebrating his freedom!” That’s when the fight started!
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