Category Archives: Jokes

Teachers who have a previous career…

Teaching reflections – not in a Physics class. Why do so many people who enter teaching after a failed career somewhere else, feel they know how to run a school? I once knew a Headmaster who started out as an accountant, then trained as a Solicitor, became a school Bursar, then was appointed as aContinue reading “Teachers who have a previous career…”

Brisket and Politics

Barbarossa Restaurant, Sanur. A great place with an unfortunate name. To me when I see the word ‘Barbarossa’ it conjures up the German invasion of Russia in June 1941. That invasion led to mass murder by German SS units as they tried to kill off all those ‘under men’ they saw as not being reallyContinue reading “Brisket and Politics”

Tales from the poolside, Sanur

Old jokes. That last post about Dr. Who reminded me of a joke I told my sister, but for many years she just didn’t understand it. I’m not talking about a sister as a child but as an aduklt professional nurse. The joke; ‘What do Eartha Kitt and Dr. Who have in common?’ It wasContinue reading “Tales from the poolside, Sanur”

Puberty

When I was in St. Kevins Roman Catholic High School back in the 60’s and 70’s, we had 2000 adolescent boys. Sex was the dominant chat. Puberty included the joke; ‘What did one leg say to the other?’ ‘I see shorty’s growing a beard!’ We longed for the site of that first pubic hair. OneContinue reading “Puberty”

R.A. Ladd – my father and farts

I am tempted to use this as a pen name for some of my writing in honour of my father. His name was not R.A. Ladd – it was one of his expressions, though I might have to put that into context in the Liverpool of the 1970’s. My father had the misfortune in thoseContinue reading “R.A. Ladd – my father and farts”

Fairy Hanny Rides Again!

So I was sitting here at my laptop, editing two of my current works of Art. However I just lost focus on both books. I finally found the antagonist behind Inspector Flaanges mystery in Death at the Dick factory, but the prose was just so turgid. Then I went on to edit St. Neds, theContinue reading “Fairy Hanny Rides Again!”