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It’s official. I’m not mad. Hoorah! 15, August 2007

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Just a little quirky. Phew!

I will have to sort out my life but at least I know that then, my head will sort out itself… Actually, between me and thee, I’ve been a lot better recently, anyway. The minute I decided to be a bit stern about the corporate puff writing (the third but unfortunately highest earning job) I began to feel a bit more in control a bit less la la and a bit better. I’ve been concentrating on getting three, one hour long bike rides in a week, too and that seems to have helped.

While I’m here, I would like to share a very off colour and generally un PC joke with you which was sent to me by Mr BC. It demonstrates, beautifully I think, the difference between women and men…! So if that sort of stuff ain’t your thing, look away now… The rest of you… well, I guffawed when I got to the punchline…

Enjoy…

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This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who called ‘out-of-the-blue’ to see if I was still around. We lost track of time, chatting about the wild, romantic times we used to enjoy together.

I couldn’t believe it when she asked if I’d be interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of that ‘old magic’. ‘Wow!’ I was flabbergasted.

‘I don’t know if I could keep pace with you now’, I said, ‘I’m a bit older and a bit greyer and balder than when you last saw me. Plus I don’t really have the energy I used to have.’

She just giggled and said she was sure I would ‘rise to the challenge’.

‘Yeah.’ I said. ‘Just so long as you don’t mind a man with a waistline that’s a few inches wider these days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle tone… everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great Dane!’ She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.

She teased me saying that tubby grey haired older men were cute and she was sure I would still be a great lover.

Anyway, she giggled, ‘I’ve put on a few pounds myself!’

So I told her to f**k off.

The Night before last I was mostly… 27, June 2007

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Spilling wine on the cat. A glass of red wine, to be precise, all over him, poor thing. He moved fast, I can tell you. One minute, there he is by his food bowl having a good old nosh the next, woosh!

He scampered to the middle of the room in his shock where he stopped, dropped the piece of food he had been munching on from his mouth and then ran for the door. Just to add to his trauma, the following day, when we had the plumber in, he spent most of the day locked in the garden shed – ok so he was curled up, fast asleep, on a pile of old rags but even so…

Poor little chap. Oops…

On a lighter note, I had to include this smashing letter from the problem page from some crap newspaper. I don’t know which one, exactly but you know the type, less reading matter than a roll of Andrex and lots of pictures – mostly of women without much on – and in a surprisingly thoughtful gesture to it’s mostly male, hand shandy-loving readers, almost as absorbent…

Anyway, you know we British have a bit of a name for avoiding confrontation or… well… anything awkward really, by just pretending it isn’t happening, ignoring it and hoping it’ll go away until it does… well here’s an example in print. Pure Python… Also proof that Miriam skims your letters and that her replies are computer generated using some kind of database. Yep, she should definitely get them to refine her answers engine…

For those readers who can’t read – or who have gone blind after years of examining the paper’s pictorial content too closely – there is a facility to phone in and listen to a recorded version of the letters and Miriam’s answers – on a premium £1 a minute phone line, of course! I particularly like the first line of the summary, just visible where the picture starts to blur, “Engine misfires and husband addicted to porn” – Miriam always listens and makes sure she fully understands the exact nature of each reader’s problem before she answers… NOT! (guffaw).

I should stop talking about it, the more I talk, the less funny it’s going to be. So please, enjoy…

Marjorie Proops Letter

On the Subject of Cooperisms… 24, June 2007

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I’m glad the Cooperisms have gone down well. I once heard that Tommy Cooper on stage was pretty much the same as Tommy Cooper in real life and when I mentioned it to a friend of mine she came up with this story to prove the point…

Back in the 60s and 70s, this friend’s sister used to run a fish and chip shop in the East End of London. One day a chauffeur-driven roller stopped outside and Tommy Cooper got out. He came into the shop and ordered some fish and chips. While they were cooking he did what was, basically, an impromptu stand up routine and had the staff and customers laughing fit to bust.

Eventually when the fish was cooked he said he’d like them open, rather than wrapped, as he was going to eat them when he got back into the car, so she duly served them up in the previous day’s Evening Standard and handed them over. He paid and then asked for a sachet of ketchup. Naturally, she fetched him two sachets, because he was Tommy Cooper, after all… and he’d been very funny for the last five minutes.

“The salt and vinegar are on the counter, Tommy, please help yourself.” She told him. He said.

“Don’t mind if I do.” And putting his fish and chips down for a moment, he held one of his jacket pockets open, picked up the vinegar bottle with a flourish, dropped it carefully in so it stayed up right and patted his pocket. Then he held open the other pocket and with a similarly theatrical flourish he dropped the salt sellar into that one. Finally, beaming round the shop he said.

“Thank you very much.” Said goodnight and left the shop. Apparently he really did help himself to the salt and vinegar as my friend’s sister never saw them, or him again.

Cooperisms 19, June 2007

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Cooperisms are jokes, so crap they are funny, named after Tommy Cooper the famous comedian, who was pretty much the same. Cooperisms are things like this:

A man walked into a bar and said. “Ouch!” It was an iron bar…

or

Two TV ariels got married, the wedding was crap but the reception was brilliant…

Today I got a whole bunch of them by e-mail and in another moment of shameless laziness, I thought I’d share them with you…

This lorry full of tortoises collided with a van full of terrapins. It was a turtle disaster.

I told my girlfriend I had a job in a bowling alley. She said “Tenpin?”
I said, “No, permanent.”

I went in to a pet shop. I said, “Can I buy a goldfish?” The guy said, “Do you want an aquarium?” I said, “I don’t care what star sign it is.”

I was at a Garden Centre and I asked for something “herby”. They gave me a Volkswagen with no driver.

I met this bloke with a didgeridoo and he was playing Dancing Queen on it. I thought, “That’s Aboriginal.”

Batman came up to me and he hit me over the head with a vase and he went T’PAU! I said “Don’t you mean KAPOW?? He said “No, I’ve got china in my hand.”

I bought some Armageddon cheese today, and it said on the packet. ‘Best Before End’

I went to buy a watch, and the man in the shop said “Analogue.” I said “No, just a watch.”

I went into a shop and I said, “Can someone sell me a kettle.” The bloke said “Kenwood?” I said, “Where is he then?”

I went to the doctor. I said to him “I’m frightened of lapels.” He said, “You’ve got cholera.”

I met the bloke who invented crosswords today. I can’t remember his name, it’s P something T something R.

I was reading this book today, The History Of Glue. I couldn’t put it down.

I phoned the local ramblers club today, but the bloke who answered just went on and on.

The recruitment consultant asked me “What do you think of voluntary work? I said “I wouldn’t do it if you paid me.”

I was in the jungle and there was this monkey with a tin opener. I said, “You don’t need a tin opener to peel a banana.” He said, “No, this is for the custard.”

This policeman came up to me with a pencil and a piece of very thin paper. He said, “I want you to trace someone for me.”

I told my mum that I’d opened a theatre. She said, “Are you having me on?” I said, “Well I’ll give you an audition, but I’m not promising you anything.”

I phoned the local builders today, I said to them “Can I have a skip outside my house?” He said, “I’m not stopping you!”

This cowboy walks in to a German car showroom and he says “Audi!”

I fancied a game of darts with my mate. He said, “Nearest the bull goes first” He went “Baah” and I went “Moo” He said “You’re closest”

I was driving up the motorway and my boss phoned me and he told me I’d been promoted. I was so shocked I swerved the car. He phoned me again to say I’d been promoted even higher and I swerved again. He then made me managing director and I went right off into a tree. The police came and asked me what had happened. I said “I careered off the road”

I visited the offices of the RSPCA today. It’s tiny: you couldn’t swing a cat in there.

I was stealing things in the supermarket today while balanced on the shoulders of a couple of vampires. I was charged with shoplifting on two counts.

I bought a train ticket to France and the ticket seller said “Eurostar?”
I said “Well I’ve been on telly, but I’m no Dean Martin.

I phoned the local gym and I asked if they could teach me how to do the splits. He said, “How flexible are you?” I said, “I can’t make Tuesdays or Thursdays.”

I went to the local video shop and I said, “Can I borrow Batman Forever?” He said, “No, you’ll have to bring it back tomorrow

Household Law Number 362 5, June 2007

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This news just in…

The likelihood of rain on any day is directly proportional to the number of towels which have been washed in a given area, their size, the speed with which they dry and how recently they have been put on the line.

The probability of rain in a square mile of urban housing where more than three people have washed and hung out bath sheets – even if it is sunny when the wash cycles began – is classed as “very high”. This dips as the towels become drier to merely “high”. However, as the towels become dry enough to put in the airing cupboard, or even away straight off, the probability of rain falling rises to “extremely high”. In all these cases, the probability of the rain falling long enough to soak the towels before the owner notices and gets them in is over 99%.

This is the scientifically proven fact* resulting from research conducted the Institute of Washing Management and Household Chore Study Group.

*Actually, I’m afraid it’s not.