My dog ate all the Scrabble tiles
When they were spilt on the mat
And for days he kept leaving
Little messages around the flat
My dog ate all the Scrabble tiles
When they were spilt on the mat
And for days he kept leaving
Little messages around the flat
When I was growing up in the
sixties we lived in North London and one of the things I really loved to do was
to go swimming and we were quite well fixed for pools in the area and I would
swim until the chlorinated water left my eyes red and sore.
But of all the pools I swam
in, the one I loved to swim in most of all was the Durnsford Road Lido,
especially during the summer months.
It was only sixpence to get
in and for that paltry sum you could stay all day long, which of course I did
and I would spend as many days of the holidays there as I could, playing with
friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the high platform.
When I first started to go
there it was just a joy to spend all the time in the sparkling water.
As I got older, I would come
to appreciate the many delicacies on which to feast the eyes upon, delicacies
invisible to the eye of the eleven-year-old boy who first visited the pool.
On one particular visit after
I’d got the maximum value from my sixpence and enjoyed a full day in the pool, I
was getting changed and I caught sight of something quite disturbing as an old
man stepped out of the shower.
Though when I say he was an
old man I should point out that from the perspective of a teenage boy everyone
over twenty was old.
But just as he passed me he
lowered his towel, though not in a pervy way, and he revealed the biggest
scrotum I had ever seen, before or since, not that I had seen a lot of scrota
and those I had seen belonged to my peer group so were somewhat pink and
hairless.
But not only was this old
man’s scrotum huge it was also purple, in fact it looked like a large purple
boxing glove.
I was taken aback by the
extraordinary spectacle but with my limited knowledge of old men’s genitalia I
was left to conclude that I was destined to acquire a large purple ball bag of
my own one day, and as I stood there holding my speedos in front of my
shrivelled specimen I thought
“If I’m going to get one like
that, then I’m definitely going to need bigger trunks”
Do lazy people exercise?
I happen to think probably not
But if they did something
It would be a Diddly-squat
Today I added insult onto injury
To a recovering paragliding enthusiast
As they lay motionless in Casualty
When I wrote something rude on his cast
When they finally reach old age
Men chase golf balls
Because they’re too old to chase
Anything else at all
You have to feel sorry for Phil Neville
Compared to Gary, he
was a lesser player
Now he would also appear
to be
Second best as a
football commentator
If he entered a Phil
Neville lookalike contest
He would finish second
to his brother
Beer and football are
As
exciting for me
As
handbags and shoes
Are
for you, really
A young woman golfer had just started
Her round, when she was stung by a Bee,
It was so painful she abandoned the game
And returned to the clubhouse for sympathy
Her golf pro saw her as she returned
And wondered why she was back so early
So he went to ask her what was wrong
And she told him “'I was stung by a Bee”
“Oh dear, that’s
awful” he said “Where?”
He was sympathetic right from the start
“Between the first and second hole”
She replied wincing at the stings smart.
He nodded knowingly and said
“Then your feet were too far apart”
Are you wearing football boots?
Well I can see you’re ready to play
I have just one small criticism
Namely we’re playing Golf today
A Spanish golfer was stabbed
Not multiple wounds,
just the one
But nobody knew just
exactly
Who it was made a hole
in Juan
One of the teams at the Olympics
Made a clean sweep
good and proper
Taking the Gold,
Silver and bronze
As well as all the
lead and copper
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