While some of you may be delighted to find this week’s edition of the Befouled Weakly News arriving in your mailbox a day early, others of you will no doubt despair to discover that not only is it a day early, but that it’s just as tiresomely useless as always. We are off in a few moments to our friends Sue and Stuart on the south coast for a weekend of fun and excitement so the news, such as it is, has to be dispatched today or not at all. Sorry – I opted for the “today” choice. Autumn, I think, has arrived. We’ve had two mornings in a row with mist and fog, the temperature is definitely on the downward slide and the leaves, similarly, all seem to have a downwards tendency at the moment. Ms Playchute asked for the central heating to be turned on yesterday evening and for once I didn’t argue with her and suggest that she try another sweater or two. Still, I am holding out on the electric blanket for a few more weeks yet! We had unbelievable torrential rains on Wednesday the likes of which I haven’t seen in this country before. I was due at a meeting in the centre of Oxford at about 11.00 so I spent a couple of hours working at home and then set off in plenty of time to get into town, park the car and get to my meeting. As I departed the heavens opened; by the time I reached the motorway, about eight miles down the road, visibility was down to about 26 inches and the traffic was crawling at about four miles an hour. Even with the wipers on high speed, it was very difficult to see and I guess they were shipping about a gallon of water with each pass over the windscreen. The usual half hour trip into Oxford took about an hour and a half and then, of course, once I got there I found that each of the roads which I needed to travel down in turn was closed as there were floods everywhere. So, I was able to enjoy seven diversions along with every other car which was on the road. To add to our pleasure, numerous cars had conked out with the floods and rain and were simply abandoned in the middle of the road. I suppose the only good news was that the rain had knocked out the internet access at the school I was due to run a session at on the Wednesday afternoon so I had a “free” afternoon. It’s a good job too because it then took me all afternoon to get home again through the rain and floods. I suppose we all have days like that when it would have been much better simply to have stayed in bed. I have to confess to being somewhat surprised that the Nobel Peace prize announced yesterday hasn’t recognised the achievements of George and Tony in the success they are having in the war on terror. Still, if the Nobel committee continues to ignore their undoubted success, perhaps they could have a chance in next year’s Ig Nobel prizes which were announced last week. From the Guardian:
And finally, I’ve just finished reading Bill Bryson’s “The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid” which, if you haven’t read, I’ve only one word of warning. Do not attempt to read this book whilst enjoying any sort of liquid refreshment – it will end up coming out your nose. Love to you all, Greg Dorothy and Edna, two "senior" widows, get together for their regular weekly tea date. Dorothy is always asked Edna advice. "That nice George Johnson asked me out for a date," she says. "I know you went out with him a few times, and I wanted to talk with you about him before I give him my answer." "Well, I'll tell you the honest truth," Edna answers. "He shows up at my apartment punctually at 7 P.M., dressed like such a gentleman in a fine suit, and he brings me such beautiful flowers! Then he takes me downstairs, and what's there but a luxury car... a limousine, uniformed chauffeur and all. Then he takes me out for dinner... a marvelous dinner... lobster, champagne, dessert, and after-dinner drinks. Then we go see a show. Let me tell you, Dorothy, I enjoyed it so much I could have just died from pleasure! So then we are coming back to my apartment and he turns into an ANIMAL! Completely crazy, he tears off my expensive new dress and has his way with me -- two times!" "Goodness gracious!" Dorothy says. "So you are telling me I shouldn't go out with him?" "No, no, no," Edna replies. "I'm just saying, wear an old dress!" For Sale
Call me, Steve. Two fellows stopped into an English pub for a drink. They called the proprietor over and asked him to settle an argument. "Are there two pints in a quart or four?" asked one. "There be two pints in a quart," confirmed the proprietor. They moved back along the bar and soon the barmaid asked for their order. "Two pints please, miss, and the bartender offered to buy them for us." The barmaid doubted that her boss would be so generous, so one of the fellows called out to the proprietor at the other end of the bar, "You did say two pints, didn't you?" "That's right," he called back, "two pints." Two mothers were talking about their sons. The first said, "My son is such a saint. He works hard, doesn't smoke, and he hasn't so much as looked at a woman in over two years." The other woman said, "Well, my son is a saint himself. He, too, has not looked at a woman in over three years, and furthermore, he hasn't smoked or touched a drop of liquor in all that time." "My word," the first mother said. "You must be so proud." "I am," the second mother replied. "And when he's paroled next month, I'm going to throw him a big party." I have to confess, I thought this was going somewhere else. This will make sense to the Americans; anyone who doesn’t “get it” drop me a note and I will explain. A Jewish businessman was in a great deal of trouble. His business was failing, he had put everything he had into the business, he owed everybody. It was so bad he was even contemplating suicide. As a last resort he went to a Rabbi and poured out his story of tears and woe. When he had finished, the Rabbi said, "Here's what I want A year later the businessman went back to the Rabbi and brought his wife and children with him. The man was in a new custom-tailored suit, his wife in a mink coat, the children shining. The businessman pulled an envelope stuffed with money out of his pocket, gave it to the Rabbi as a donation in thanks for his advice. The Rabbi recognized the benefactor, and was curious. "You did as I suggested?" he asked. "Absolutely," replied the businessman. "You went to the beach?" "Absolutely." "You sat in a beach chair with the Torah in your lap?" "Absolutely." "You let the pages rifle until they stopped?" "Absolutely." "And what were the first words you saw?" "Chapter 11." Back to the Befouled Weakly News Index Back to Greg's Temporary Home Page
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