SOME LIGHT RELIEF

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POSTS WITH HUMOUR

After weeks of serious politics I thought readers might appreciate some light relief. Politics can be fun…honest!

GRIM FAIRY TALE

Once upon a time there was a country called Scotland that was rich, far richer than her neighbours in terms of natural resources. More than that the people were very well educated and they produced a wide range of goods and services that gave them a positive balance of trade, unlike their giant neighbour next door who ran a huge deficit.

This was getting embarrassing for their large neighbour so they created GERS, a fictional account of Scotland’s finances. It grossly inflated the liabilities while discounting many of the assets. It purported that it was the large neighbour that was subsidising Scotland not the other way round.

The publishers rejected the story on the basis it was too far fetched to be believable.

This disappointed unionists in Scotland who had believed it to be true. Many still stick to their love of fairy tales to this very day.

NOMINATIONS FOR THE NEXT NEC ELECTIONS

Harry Houdini.

Penn and Teller

.David Copperfield.
Apollo Robbins.
David Devant.
Shin Lim.
Lance Burton.
David Blaine.

They can make decisions and nobody will know who did it. Just like the current NEC who can block current Westminster MP’s and nobody knows who voted for it.

CONSIDER

With the UK now 2 trillion pounds in debt and Boris in charge should a slogan for Indyref2 not be Westminster is too big, too poor, and too stupid to be associated with?

COMMENT OF THE DAY

Has got to be Wee Ginger Dug’s suggestion that following the polling of Yes Support at 55% those amongst us who have 45% badges should seek out any remaining No voters we know and offer to gift them to them to use before they drop lower in the polls.

Hee Haw!

AND FINALLY A JOKE

One day a man decided to retire…

He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.

He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.

After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.

In disbelief, he asks, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”

She replies, “I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when my cruise ship sank.”

“Amazing,” he notes. “You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you.”

“Oh, this thing?” explains the woman.” I made the boat out of some raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, and the sides and stern came from an Eucalyptus tree.”

“But, where did you get the tools?”

“Oh, that was no problem,” replied the woman.” On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron and I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the hardware.”

The guy is stunned.

“Let’s row over to my place,” she says “and I’ll give you a tour.”

So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docks the boat at a small wharf.

As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat.

Before him is a long stone walk leading to a cabin and tree house.

While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, “It’s not much, but I call it home. Please sit down.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“No! No thank you,” the man blurts out, still dazed. “I can’t take another drop of coconut juice.”

“Oh, it’s not coconut juice,” winks the woman. “I have a still. How would you like a Tropical Spritz?”

Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they exchange their individual survival stories, the woman announces,” I’m going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There’s a razor in the bathroom cabinet upstairs.”

No longer questioning anything, the man goes upstairs into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet is a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism.

“This woman is amazing,” he muses. “What’s next?”

When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but some small flowers on tiny vines, each strategically positioned, she smelled faintly of gardenias. She then beckons for him to sit down next to her.

“Tell me,” she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, “We’ve both been out here for many months. You must have been lonely. When was the last time you played around? She stares into his eyes.

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. “You mean…” he swallows excitedly as tears start to form in his eyes,

“You’ve built a Golf Course?”

6 thoughts on “SOME LIGHT RELIEF

  1. Yes that was a rather an interesting ending to the tale.

    Clearly the island was Nouveau Scotland where GRA gender reassignment legislation, TRA and a requirement for the suppression of hate speech was the order of the day.

    Good on the golfer for not taking her, or was it him on.

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  2. ! ! Excellent version of the marooned Scotsman joke. A delightful read. And informative through all the tongue-in-cheek. I must now follow more carefully to understand the details of Scotland’s politics. Thank you

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  3. Oh dear. I laughed till the tears came, Iain Lawson. How typically male that stranded chap is. Brilliant. Lightened an otherwise down kind of day. Just shows that we need token a sense of humour who things are not going too well. Well done.

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