Thursday, December 28, 2023

Shakespeare's First Drafts

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the genitalia mind;
And therefore doth young onanists go blind is wing'd Cupid painted blind."
A Midsummer Night's Dream

"Some are born ugly great, some achieve ugliness greatness, and others have ugliness greatness thrust upon them."
Twelfth Night

"There is nothing either good or bad, except Morris Dancers who should be shot, but thinking makes it so."
Hamlet

"Puberty's All the world's a stage ... And one man in his time wears many shorts plays many parts."
As You Like It


"Not tonight, dear, it's impossible since going vegan."

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

Emerson the Triumphant

Wilfred Emerson was a twentieth century pioneer of futurist technology. His best inventions were despised by critics and the public alike. He was one of the first proponents of green energy, and at the 1951 World's Fair he showcased a unique, non-fuel-based vehicle:

Emerson announced his first major invention in 1933. Following previous disappointments, the public wondered if his major invention might not be the production of a high-ranking officer. Emerson defiantly revealed his new creation: a Christmas tree. Here is a brief excerpt from the press conference:

Emerson is at a podium with a Christmas tree displayed at his side.
Emerson: "I am proud to announce my latest invention."
Journalist: "But, Emerson, this object already existed."
Emerson: "Not this one, I grew it in my garden."
Journalist: "This is nothing new. We all decorated Christmas trees as children, and our parents, the same."
Emerson: "You decorated your parents? Were they ugly?"

It is axiomatic that early technology is oversized and hardly fit for use. Emerson's prototypes were no exception. Take his electric toothbrush:

When Emerson retired, he could be found in city parks playing chess with the homeless. When he lost—which is to say, every game—he would become enraged, declaring the game to be his own invention. His opponents would keep a safe distance as he scaled the concrete bench to perform a victory jig. After this display, the homeless victor would drop a penny in Emerson's cup and make a hasty retreat. Like this, Emerson generated a reasonable pension and lived comfortably into his old age.

Monday, September 4, 2023

The Spy Who Told Me

Longerbottom was an overseas agent with the secret service. He had a habit of completing people's thoughts before they had finished talking. Case in point:

A knock at the door of Longerbottom's hideout.
"What's the password?" said Longerbottom through the closed door.
"Well, I reckon, it's, ah-" replied the stranger.
"Haddock?" suggested Longerbottom.
"Haddock, sir, yes."
"Right you are."
Like this an enemy operative gained entry to Longerbottom's hideout and surveilance equipment. Longerbottom was still none the wiser. It's true, he had not one wiser.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" offered Longerbottom.
"Thank you. I was looking for—"
"The weekly log of enemy activity?"
"Quite," said the enemy operative and smiled, to which Longerbottom added a jovial laugh.
"Sugar?" asked Longerbottom.
"Thank you. And—"
"A list of all agents operating in this territory?"
"Yes, and a spot of milk."
"Right you are."

When Longerbottom's superiors caught wind of this debacle they sent a coded message ordering his immediate dismissal. Longerbottom read aloud from the ticker tape as the message arrived: "Longerbottom, you are to proceed immediately—" naturally, before the message had fully printed, he completed it himself: "—to push the red button under the desk!"

A continent away, the distant sky on the horizon turned a bronze crimson. A commanding officer was alerted to the disaster, and breathed a sigh of relief: "We'll save on the bugger's severance pay."

Friday, July 14, 2023

Life's Little Mysteries

Doctor: "It's worse than we thought."
Patient: "What do you see, doctor?"


Customs officer: "Open this package so I can see inside, please."
Traveller: "Certainly..."


Policeman: "Now you know what we keep under our 'ats, laddie..."

Wednesday, July 12, 2023

Monday, July 3, 2023

History of Medicine in Pictures

Early prosthetics were made on a treadle table. This patient's new arm will be gingham.


Patient with persecution complex, moments after a sedative was administered.


Nurse assisting in a tense game of Jack Straws.


Nurses and hospital bed. It would be another two decades before patients were invented.


Doctor gets distracted by early VR equipment. Patient had died sixty minutes previous.

From the Past XIV

"You hold his moustache, I'll grab his wallet."

Sunday, July 2, 2023

Bespoke, Bothered, and Bewildered

SCENE: Carpenter's workshop.
AT RISE: The carpenter is teaching a group of apprentices. A customer enters. The carpenter approaches him.

Carpenter: "Take a seat."
Customer: "Thank you, but I have four at home."
Carpenter: "How can we help?"
Customer: "I'd like you to make me a table."
Carpenter: "Certainly, I'll make you a table. You'll be the finest table this side of the Mississippi."
Customer: "Marvellous, marvellous."

Saturday, July 1, 2023

Cooking Class Warfare

The Place

Young children are taking cooking classes to "assist them in confronting life's practical problems: planning, shopping, weights, measures, keeping the fuzz at the door, etc.," says school director Juliana Rittenhouse.

In the kitchen, the children work with miniature stoves and sinks. The chef de cuisine's little voice can be heard, even from outside, effing and blinding. Moments later, an apprentice will storm out for a good cry and smoke.

On The Menu

For dessert, the fledgling chefs whip up a sponge cake in the form of a sun with rays: a special sweet made to "reflect their mood". Recently, the parents of one boy were asked to stay after class, because he had made a fondant noose. "What can I tell you?" remarked the boy's bewildered father. "He's an intense kid. He used to want the stock reports read to him at bedtime. Once, when the market was volatile, we found him in the treehouse on the ledge, staring into the abyss."

Verdict

The school disclaims an intent to "create chefs". Frankly, this is no concern, judging by the fare coming from the kitchen. This reporter was given a rare steak (uncooked) with a side of ice cream when he visited. Marching to the kitchen and confronting the chef de cuisine precipitated a hasty retreat, by myself, outside for a good cry and smoke. There, a whimpering commis chef, rather than offering sympathy, found the opportunity to bolster her allegiance to the head chef. "His steak is the first and last word in the culinary arts," said five-year-old Lucy, and then added, "Now get lost, I can't be seen with you."

Thursday, June 22, 2023

Our Plastic Friend

More popular than ever, the credit card is our first choice when parting ways with hard-earned pay. Its ease of use encourages impulse buying, a boon to both economy and consumer alike. Sadly, there is another side to the credit card. That's where you'll find the security code. Also, the dark cloud of revolving debt looms large in our society. The average card holder is thousands in the hole. It's time to end the stigma. Let's be clear: there is no shame in being in debt. It just makes you a social pariah, that's all. And a lousy provider for your family.

We asked the man on the street for his opinion. He replied in favour of the pill, but within the first trimester only. He then expounded his views on the credit card: "I'll embrace the credit card today, but will it still fund me tomorrow?"

The present system was dreamed up by Frank McNamara in the fifties. One evening he found himself in a restaurant without enough money to pay. After calling his wife to come bail him out, he reflected: "We need a system where people the world over can be bailed out by my wife." McNamara's wife did not share his enthusiasm, and so he compromised his vision by inventing the credit card instead.

McNamara had to call his wife to bail him out. Before she arrived, these three were hidden under the table.

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

From the Past XIII

"I prefer to fish here. It's damp by the water."

From the Past XII

"Marvellous, my dear. What did you call it? Bohemian Rhapsody?"

In Praise of Hooray

As Russia's incomparable ballet company makes its first tour in the West, it will be accompanied by a tall, pashalic man. Next to him stands Sol Hooray, a short, bald, bespectacled man, who is the company's founder and director. Hooray is often heard to say, "Who is this tall, pashalic man standing by me?" But nobody knows. He once asked the man himself.

"Who are you?" asked Hooray.
"I'm alright, how are you?" replied the tall, pashalic man.
"That's an old joke."
"You would know!"
"Look, must you follow me everywhere I go?"
"I could take afternoons off, if you prefer."
"That's fine. Break at the matinee and find me again for tea."

It was an arrangement that would last a lifetime. A few days later, the tall, pashalic man walked in front of a bus and was run down. He'd had a sore throat for days. Then the bus struck him dead.

Hooray attends every performance of his ballet troupe. He sits in a box seat, applauds wildly, and beams at the audience, who he considers his personal guest. "Come in, come in!" he waves to them as they enter the auditorium, which some consider a warm gesture, if a touch superfluous. Hooray is entitled to his proprietary attitude. The troupe is entirely his creation, the final result of years of labor, and the crowning achievement of his career as a milkman. In these uncertain times, you never know where you might end up.

The august pronouncement "S. Hooray Presents" has appeared at the top of billboards for so long, even during other months of the year, that people simply equate its presence with the ballet. They don't consider that behind the name stands a real man, and, until recently, another man—tall and pashalic—stood next to him.

Last Friday, the troupe made its debut performance in London and was a great success. Hooray awaited the opening with eagerness. "People have waited years for this. When the curtain goes up, there could be only horses on stage*. It would still be amazing!"

* This is hyperbole. The company tried it once to gauge audience response. Most left before intermission, except one man who stayed to see what the horses would do next. It was dubbed a failure by everybody involved. The stagehand especially was displeased. It was the first time he'd cleared a stage with a shovel.

Monday, June 19, 2023

Photo Album XII


"Compliments to the artist, Jenkins, but please stop saying you sat for them."

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Photo Album XI


Last of the chamber pot hunters, with quarry.

Letters to the Editor

Socks, Stockings, and All That Magazine

Sirs:
My hearty congratulations for the excellent series, "Argyle - The Untold Story". As a collector of vintage foot garments, I envy your success in shedding new light on a well-worn subject.
J. P. WARD
Foxton, Cambs.

Sirs:
Pearl Chandler is considered the first of the hosiery bad girls of the early twentieth century. Inspired by newspaper accounts of her daring prison escape, H. Dannenberg wrote Knee Highs at Noon, one of the best penny dreadfuls of the undergarment genre.
R. WOODS
Wanborough, Wilts.

Sirs:
Is it not true that Molly Crane travelled 6,000 miles to put on a pair of socks she'd only ever seen in print? In his diary, J. Leigh, owner of said socks, wrote: "I had met her years before, but was not favourably impressed by her personal appearance. She wore woolen anklets in late spring." Some time after this encounter, Molly became a missionary and left her hometown. Later, upon reading a magazine feature about Leigh's socks, she summarily renounced Jesus and made a "pilgrimage" back home. She was intent on finding the socks and when Leigh caught wind of this, he secreted them in a safety deposit box. Molly never did locate them. In old age, she took to wearing a miniature, sock-shaped pendant, which in times of need she would embrace piously.
B. MONTGOMERY
Uckington, Gloucs.

Sirs:
The puff piece on our leather brothers and sisters was most welcome. However, your portrait of the great crakows of the fifteenth century were, in fact, not crakows, but their less-pointy predecessors. Respectfully, your magazine must issue a retraction at once.
E. SIDNEY
Horsey, Norf.

Sirs:
Many forward-thinking people consider the argyle sock one of the greatest designs in history. Greatest, not in terms of its pattern, but in terms of its morality, objectivity, and elasticity.
G. CROSS
Pityme, Corn.


The argyle sock: why we do what we do.

Thursday, June 15, 2023

Stinkhaus's Rise to Failure

Henry Stinkhaus started strong. In a 1968 world tournament, he won the gold medal for show jumping. He jumped over My Fair Lady which was off-Broadway at the time. Ten years later he won the silver medal. Soon after that, bronze. Now, he mostly receives encouraging notes. Riding and Falling, the fifth book in his autobiographical trilogy, was much maligned by equine enthusiasts. In 2006, Stinkhaus was awarded a lifetime disappointment award. He received a collect call from the president.

President: "Please stop calling me."
Stinkhaus: "You called me, Mr. President."
President: "You've left sixty messages on the Oval Office answerphone. What did you want, son?
Stinkhaus: "Father, is that you?"

Stinkhaus and his wife reside in Connecticut, USA. They have one child, who, even at a young age, is displaying no signs of natural talent.


Stinkhaus in a failed show jump. He stalled the horse midway.

Monday, June 12, 2023

Ancient Olympics

The first Olympic games were held every four years in the Olympia Valley of Greece. Legend has it* that a man with great deformities around the biceps originated the games. That man's name was Herakles, or Hercules to the Romans, and simply Cules to the modern, socially conscious person. Apparently, King Eurystheus ordered Herakles to clean out King Augeas's stables, which had not been cleaned in a year. Augeas was a horder. Eurystheus had learned this watching a reality TV show in which Augeas was encouraged to give up piles of garbage. Weeping uncontrollably, Augeas decided instead to feed the producers to the lions. These were different times, but it was great television. Now Augeas's hand was once again being forced; Herakles was on the case. A man of obscene strength, Herakles could fight a lion with his bare hands. What's more, he could fight a bear with his lion hands (well, why not?). Summoning all his power, Herakles changed the course of two rivers so they flowed through the stables—an inspired action resulting in fifty years of hosepipe bans. The stables were cleaned by the water, however. Augeas was a broken man, and fed himself to the lions. "Praise Zeus! From hereon we will play atheletic games, every four years!" said Herakles—a natural proclamation under the circumstances.

* A legend is not to be doubted, unless the legend hosted British television in the seventies.

From the Past XI


1888: The construction of the Eiffel Tower, shortly before they put in the pickpockets.

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Henry's New Clothes

SCENE: Royal dressing room.
AT RISE: King Henry VIII is trying on a royal mantle. Standing next to him is Thomas Cromwell.

CROMWELL: You look sensational.
HENRY (holding the mantle in front of himself): No hood. Just as I like it.
CROMWELL: This cloth will hang on you like a dream.
HENRY (now putting on the mantle): Hanging is no good, a swift cut along the neck is most preferable.
CROMWELL: Aren't you glad you came to me, King Henry?
HENRY: I am still a lost cause, Cromwell.
CROMWELL: Nonsense. (Handing Henry a bouquet of flowers) These are for you, marking the first day of the rest of your life...
(Henry takes the flowers and begins absent-mindedly chopping off the flower heads.)
HENRY: It's a burden, being a ruler by divine right. I'm not sure if I have the chops.
CROMWELL: Come to the mirror.
(They approach a mirror, which is hanging from the dressing room wall in an ornately-decorated frame.)
HENRY: That will do for this half of me.
CROMWELL: Let's bring another. (He runs to the opposite side of the room, takes down a second mirror hanging there, and returns to Henry, placing the second mirror at the side of the first.) There, now we can see all of you.
(Henry raises his empty hand, as if holding an axe, and, chuckling to himself, starts slashing at his own neckline in the mirror.)
CROMWELL (coughing, to interject): Dear Henry, you are to look into your own eyes in the mirror and say "I am the King!" And keep saying it, until you believe it!
(Henry starts mumbling "I am the King" to himself. Cromwell opens a box and pulls out a bejewelled crown.)
CROMWELL: Turn to me, Henry. Who are you?
HENRY: I am the King!
CROMWELL: Good! (He places the bejewelled crown on Henry's head.) Now, look at yourself again.
(Henry turns to the mirror and looks pleasantly surprised.)
HENRY: Oh my god!
CROMWELL: Do you like it?
HENRY: It's marvelous. I'm so happy. I'm going to give all my ministers free beheadings. (Wiping a tear from his cheek.) Cromwell, I'm very grateful to you.
CROMWELL: Think nothing of it.
Henry raises a real axe to Cromwell's neck.
HENRY: May I?
CROMWELL: Oh, certainly. Say hello to the ministers for me.
HENRY: I will, old friend.
(Henry brings axe down - LIGHTS OUT at the moment the axe would behead Cromwell.)

CURTAIN

From the Past IX

"Shine your gloves, Miss?"

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Gejjala Mantapa - Why?


Nobody knows what the origin of Gejjala Mantapa is. Its proximity to the Vittala Temple indicates a religious purpose, but this could also signify that it was the temple leader's latrine—nature calls even the most exalted of men, especially after his sixth cup of chai. Owing to the density of a local banana plantation, tour guides say the structure is easily missed, which would be no great loss for the traveller. There are no admission fees, but a telling twenty-pence slot is found outside a stone cubicle.

Thursday, May 25, 2023

Photo Album X


Hopi natives performing a 'rainmaking' dance. The group used to be six hundred strong. Numbers dwindled when masks were introduced and tribesmen got lost along the way.

Wednesday, May 24, 2023

Photo Album IX


"Son, y'all know in the pictures, the black hat's worn by the villain."
"Aw, Pa, I just wanted to be a real cowboy, like you."
"Son, I'm going to shoot you."

Friday, May 19, 2023

The Banjo Biff Story


Banjo Biff was born in Missouri, USA, at the turn of the twentieth century to Herbert, a railroad worker, and Nellie, not a railroad worker. As a little boy he sold newspapers and learned business acumen. He pioneered the installment plan, dividing newspapers by tearing them in half, widthwise. This system was eventually halted, due to readers later pasting the wrong halves together. Famously, one customer believed the doctored headline: "Asteroid Will—Impregnate All Women" and, heartbroken by his wife's imminent infidelity, drove to an out-of-town quarry to stamp on the rocks.

Biff left school at the age of fourteen. With a spotless record of absence, schoolmasters agreed he was well prepared for life outside of school. He worked for a short time in a shoe factory, where he built on his accrued skills. After six weeks, he was summarily dismissed when a customer received a pair of half-shoes, torn widthwise.

Later Biff began working with a pianist named Ivor Reese. It was at this time that Biff's natural incompetence in banjo playing came to the fore. Reese could withstand rehearsing with Biff for hours on end, thanks to a congenital hearing impediment. The two composed the song Ta-Dah, which some considered to be too showy. Undeterred, the duo turned out one song after another, to varying success: while some records were dead ducks, others failed miserably.

The duo were clueless why public recognition had eluded them. Who could stop their foot tapping to Lather and Rinse, Sweaty Neck Blues, or The Fresh Laundry Waltz? One detractor suggested they extend their repertoire beyond personal hygiene. Biff lamented, "Can I help what the muse brings to me?". One evening before a show, Biff warmed up the audience, promising them a great night ahead, to which one audience member quipped: "Oh, do you have to go home already?" Biff ploughed on with a well-rehearsed preamble to Why Not Wax?, but Reese had got the message. That night he quit the duo, leaving a note for Biff in the dressing room that said: "We'll always have Ta-Dah. P.S. You owe me ten bucks for gas."

Banjo Biff developed a personal friendship with Walt Disney, who sincerely liked Ta-Dah. Upon first hearing the number, Disney hummed it for four days straight. Disney's wife, Lillian, thought the humming to be a ruse to avoid talking with her during a spat—consequently she always disapproved of Biff. Despite this, Biff continued to be a creative influence on the animator for years to come. Historians say that it was Biff's idea for Donald Duck to have only one beak. Disney had originally imagined the character with two beaks, but Biff gently counseled his friend: "Walt, ducks aren't like that."

One evening backstage in Los Angeles, Banjo Biff was chowing down—his preferred direction to chow—on a slice of chocolate fudge cake. Irving Thalberg, then production head of MGM, approached the table and proceeded to sing Biff's praises—in a worthy baritone, no less. Thalberg whisked Biff away to a dressing room, where he was signed to appear in six motion pictures—a dream come true, for three minutes, before Thalberg realised Biff's greasepaint moustache was in fact chocolate icing, and Biff was in fact not Groucho Marx.

In the seventies, Banjo Biff's health was in decline. He lived alone in a partly furnished apartment—the part by the stairs had a hat rack. His final years were spent in a torpor of camomile tea and nostalgia. Even though his show business days were over, a few hangers-on occasionally left flowers and notes on the doorstep, such as: "Hoping athritis prevents a comeback" and "Spare us the farewell tour".

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Photo Album VI


Hitler: "My hat ist bigger than yours."
Mussolini: "You are a child, Adolf."
Hitler: "Mussolini? I call you Musso-weeny."
Mussolini: "You are such a child."
Hitler: "That's all you can say, your small hat ist crushing your brain."
Mussolini: "Be quiet. I will cry."

Giving Airs


"Come back to the party, dear, they liked your walrus impression."

Sunday, May 7, 2023

Photo Album V


"Father, I admire your eyebrows."
"One day, dear daughter, they'll both be yours."

God Shave the King (a Coronation Story)


PROCESSION
The Monarch proceeded to Westminster Abbey in a golden, horse-drawn carriage. He was most proud of his glass slippers. Critics said it was a flagrent display of oppulence before the hungry, unwashed masses—what's more, The King failed to tip the carriage driver. At Westminster Abbey, the congregation was overwhelmed by devotion, reverence, and the presence of the supreme. The mood was then ruined when the King arrived.

CEREMONY
Faith leaders joined heads of state to launch the proceedings. Following a speech mixup, one prime minister was seen laying hands on the legs of an invalid. First, the Monarch's robes of state were taken away and he was shielded from public view. Conveniences were delivered behind the screen, including a shower cap, rubber duck, and beard trimmer, and finally the King emerged. He was then crowned by a dirty rascal. The Prince said he would give life and limb, possibly even his own, for his father. The King was thus proclaimed the "undoubted King". During the ceremony, a bishop declared, "I'm not so sure." The monarchy was unhappy with a "doubted king" and the bishop was hanged for treason. Back at the palace the Monarch et al. stood on the balcony and waved. "I feel like Juliet," cried the Queen. The King grunted, "I should be so lucky."

RESPONSE
Older generations enjoyed the excitement—most do not expect to see another coronation, and neither does the King. One inebriated monarchist declared, "God shave the King," his words perhaps slurred, or his allegience extending to the Monarch's personal hygiene. The King himself was notably delighted by the ceremony. Wiping a tear, he was heard to say, "Wait until I tell mother."

Thursday, May 4, 2023

On Hernias: Withdrawal Symptoms, Good Causes

It is the bane of the modern world. The hernia, hereon referred to as "the condition formerly known as rupture"*, is a very painful condition, sometimes resulting in a bulge about the groin. Men riding on public transport are advised to wear a long shirt. Most painful is when exercising, defacating, or urinating—one must learn to perform these actions one at a time. A hernia may restrict circulation to vital organs. Care must be taken not to strangle the bowel, no matter how irritating it is. Hernias get worse during the day. Doctors recommend going to sleep while lying down.

* A veritable giant of the music world, an abnormal growth at any rate.


Villagers celebrate a new rupture belonging to the gentleman in the wheelbarrow—a common practice in the 1800s.


"But, Doctor, my hernia is down there."
"I'll examine it from here, you dirty sod."


The English used to send their hernias to Australia.

Sunday, April 30, 2023

Browhair's Rise and Fall


Browhair was one of six brothers. At the age of ten he and his siblings formed Northern England's first six-person quartet. It was grueling work, but he was fortunate not to be the designated castrato. His younger brother Sid was, and even today if Sid talks outdoors, a pack of dogs comes charging at him. His father, a construction worker, was one of seventy-two people who fell when building a skyscraper hotel. He died from his injuries and never did work again. Later, at age eleven or twelve (eleven is preferred by pre-metric scholars), the young Browhair found employment as a bellboy at the same hotel. He intended on working his way to the top—improving on his father's legacy by six floors. His weekly salary never exceeded £1/8/3d (it leaps off the screen).

His conversion to Unitarianism, and then to populism, socialism, communism, and finally surrealism, came more from a roving bent than bitterness over the job. He was treated well by his bosses, although they strongly objected to his artistic leanings. He would carry hotel guests' bags to the refuse chute and deposit litter bins in their rooms. Pillows were left under boxes of chocolate mints. One morning a guest tipped him with a thruppenny bit—he promptly made an offer of marriage to the coin. When the coin gave no response, he became enraged. His bosses eventually let him go, on the grounds that his work was not only inappropriate for the hotel, but derivative.

Whatever Browhair's career aspirations were, he was not concerned about financial gain. At the crest of his career, his salary was only sixteen pounds a week. He never owned a car, a house, or land, and regularly donated body hair to transplant clinics. In his latter years, he lived with one of his two sons, who were both mathematics lecturers at different universities. Browhair described them as "little cretins". Ernest, the youngest of the two, only wanted his father's approval. After years of toiling for a higher education, his father relented a little, saying, "Well done, you little cretin." Bertrum, with whom Browhair lived, said that when growing up his father was tough but fair. Making a cup of tea for the frail, aged Browhair, Bertrum teared up, "When they get to this age, you want to give back. I love this old man." Browhair replied: "You're a little cretin."

Friday, April 28, 2023

Fuff and Son


Peter Fuff Jnr was educated at English public schools and finally at Oxford, which put a great finanancial strain on his family. Fuff Snr had to work evenings to pay off the boy's student union tab. Following in his ancestors' footsteps, Fuff joined the Royal Air Force at twenty one. He had first tried the Smith's at nineteen, but they weren't home.

Fuff Snr was proud. Not of his son, but his vintage coin collection, which he kept in a box in the shed. Fuff Jnr could only have been an air force pilot. Some years ago, his father had sat him down, stood him up again for dramatic effect, and said: "Son, I was a pilot. Your grandfather was a pilot, and his father too. You'll be a pilot. It's been my dream for you since you were born. On that day, I stood by your mother's feet with marshalling bats and waved you out. Now go and get an education, and if you pass your exams, you can have one of my coins." When Fuff Jnr graduated, he went to his father, extended his hand, and said, "Well?" Fuff Snr played the fool and only shook his son's hand. No coin was forthcoming. Fuff Jnr never forgave him.

Fuff Jnr's first mission ended in disaster when he was shot down over the ocean. It was a rough descent as he'd been up stretching his legs in the fuselage, brazenly ignoring the flashing seatbelt light. Fuff Jnr survived the crash and was fished out the ocean by a British rescue team. Back home, he had to have a toe amputated, but this was only for cosmetic reasons. Like some people have a third nipple, Fuff Jnr had had an extra toe. Now it was gone, he could take his shirt off at the beach. Fuff Jnr was a prodigal son returned home. A local newspaper asked Fuff Snr to comment on his son's bravery, to which he offered: "It means he's gallant, courageous."

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

This Is Romance

He: So, this is hello.
She: When will we leave each other again?
He: We'll always have the ride over, in separate vehicles.
She: I'll never forget it. When we're married, promise you'll write.
He: Every day. Darling, I must be staying. Keep a candle burning in the window while I'm here.
She: My love! Leave me, leave me like you've never left me before!