Friday, 6 June 2008

No rest for the wicked

I don't want pity.

Keep your sympathy to yourselves.

But I'm working on Sunday.

Now the only reason I mention it is because I'm doing something quite interesting. I'm off on a Fear of Flying course. Not because I have a fear of flying but because I'm following someone with a fear of flying.

I can see why people might worry about it. I mean every now and again you're on a plane and there's the odd clunk or clank you weren't expecting which throws you slightly. My Dad refuses point blank to fly anywhere much to my Mum's frustration. Holidays for them are inevitably confined to driving to Northern France or a wet weekend in Devon.

Really curious to see how they approach it. It's a day long course which ends with all of us trooping off to Bourenmouth Airport for a couple of laps round the airfield in a plane.

Will tell you all about it next week on the show.

Other than that was hoping to go surfing although it's looking rather flat so will amuse myself with the continuing quest to find the perfect campervan.

Have a great weekend

So here's the joke ....

Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female Poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but end up arriving in front of her at the same time.

The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return. Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them,

"The first one who can use the words 'liver' and 'cheese' together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me."

The sturdy, muscular black Lab speaks up quickly and says, "I love liver and cheese."

"Oh, how childish," said the Poodle. "That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever."
She turns to the tall, shiny Golden Retriever and says "How well can you do?"

"Um. I HATE liver and cheese," blurts the Golden Retriever.

"My, my," said the Poodle. "I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the Lab's sentence"
She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says,

"How about you, little guy?"

The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Chihuahua. He gives her a smile, a sly wink, turns to the Golden Retriever and the Lab and says ...

"Liver alone cheese mine."
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Jon Cuthill is a presenter on BBC Radio Solent. You can listen to him every weekday from 9am-12.30pm, or listen again online at his website

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