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Post by everso on Feb 1, 2011 18:22:56 GMT
That's like a scene out of a carry on film (the vicar looking like the one out of Dad's Army). I don't know why he comes to see us. We get a poet sometimes, as well. A POET??? Hopefully not anything too involved, where you have to really think about it. Maybe just a little limerick possibly? There was a young man on dialysis..... I'm sure someone here could complete it. |
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Post by aubrey on Feb 1, 2011 18:24:02 GMT
No - but I used to know a French woman who once put up an advert for French Lessons in a newsagent's window. She got some strange phone calls.
It's a good thing that she never tried to sell a chest of drawers. Or could speak Greek (etc etc)
(She was really wanting to give French lessons. It sounds unlikely, but she was very naive in some ways. I once had a tee shirt that said "OINK" on it. She looked at me, and then said (in a very French accent), "Wank?" Of course, French Pigs don't say Oink.)
(That was answering Weyland. I'll think about a dialysis limerick. I do know one about a young man from Aberystwyth, though.)
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Post by everso on Feb 1, 2011 18:27:45 GMT
No - but I used to know a French woman who once put up an advert for French Lessons in a newsagent's window. She got some strange phone calls. It's a good thing that she never tried to sell a chest of drawers. Or could speak Greek (etc etc) (She was really wanting to give French lessons. It sounds unlikely, but she was very naive in some ways. I once had a tee shirt that said "OINK" on it. She looked at me, and then said (in a very French accent), "Wank?" Of course, French Pigs don't say Oink.) Mr. E. remembers seeing a card in a doorway in Soho (he was just walking through, apparently, and just happened to spot it  . It said: "Chest for sale - easily openable drawers" |
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. It said: