When you look at the over all existence of our life, can you really say it's fun? I mean you start off going to school and get told what to do and how to do it. Then you get a job, that for the most part, you don't like. Then you die. Not much fun at all. Yes I will concede that there are patches of fun but if you can be objective, they are few and far between. Holidays and getaways only come around maybe twice a year if you are lucky. And I'm not talking about happiness either. A new love interest, the birth of a baby, going down the pub are things that make you happy, not what I would class as fun though. One thing that always brightens up my day is when I laugh. And I don't mean a little giggle, or a chuckle. I'm talking about one of those belly aching, can hardly breathe, tears down the cheeks type of laughs. The most recent occasion that this has happened to me was yesterday. Some of you may have experienced it as well. It was while I was listening to the Scott Mills radio 1 drive time show. He has had several clips on recently regarding stupid quiz contestants. One lady from New Zealand phoned a local radio station on National Breast Cancer day. She had won a free self examination kit. The DJ asked her how she currently checks herself. She replied, "well I cup one hand and breath into it and if it smells then I go brush my teeth". The DJ was confused and asked her how that would tell her if she had a lump on her breast? She answered, "Well it won't!". The DJ then had to point out that it wasn't a BREATHE examination that she won. The belly aching laugh though came when Scott played a clip of a scouse DJ. His question was, "Sir Walter Raleigh brought tobacco and what else to Great Britain?" The lady on the phone didn't know so he decided to give her a few clues. He started by saying, "What is it called when you husband gets a small round belly?" She said, "Pot". Correct. He then said the second syllable of this word was the number after seven. After she paused she said "Pot Eight". And for the last part of the clue he said, "What's at the end of you feet?". She replied, "Me slippers!". After a few laughs he said, "When you slippers are off, what's at the end of your feet?". She said, "Me toes". Correct again. He then said to her, "So what is it?", "Pot Eight Toes". (Potatoes for those of you who are a little in the dark so far). He told her to say it faster...
"Pottytoes"
"So what is it?"
"Pottytoes"
"and what are they?"
"What are what?"
"What is it that you just said?"
"Pottytoes"
"Yeah and what are they?"
"Well I don't know!"
"I've just given you the answer, you just said it!"
"Said what"
"the answer, what did you just say"
"Pottytoes"
"SO WHAT ARE THEY"
"I DONT KNOW"
"Ok, say it slowly"
"Pot Eight Toes"
"SO what is it then?
I don't know!!!"
Me typing it down doesn't really do it any justice at all, but if you go tot he radio 1 web site and click on Scott Mills, you should be able to download the latest pod cast. In fact I'll give you the link. CLICK HERE
Friday, April 6, 2007
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