I know I got slated for my last attempt at humour but seeing as I recently placed a serious and lengthy post on Syria I am owed a bit of a laugh.
Geordie and his mate Bobby walk into A&E at the RVI in Newcastle. Geordie is walking like John Wayne riding a hippo for he has issues South of the Equator. He’s taken into a cubicle whilst Bobby hangs around and perhaps buy a plastic mug of the boiled gravel the NHS calls “coffee” whilst he waits.
After finally being allowed to see his friend, Bobby then has a right gan at the charge-nurse. “Yeez lot stuck all sorts of stuff up me mate Geordie!. He’ll nivva be the same man!”
The nurse (from Dahn Sarf where they are all clearly shandy-drinking botters) says, “Well, given the symptoms your friend presented with an examination of the rectum was deemed clinically necessary”.
“Wrecked ‘im”, says Bobby, “You damn-near killed ‘im!”
I first heard that joke during an A-Level physics lesson. The teacher came back in from the prep cupboard and found us all in a state of hysteria. And no, it was the joke rather than the Gouy method for determining magnetic susceptibility.
I almost died.
And if any of you think Nick ought not to make a terrible joke standard Wednesday fodder then you can ‘eff off for I have been quipping terribly since I can recall and whilst there is breath in my body I shall continue.
There is worse to come.
Including puns most reprehensible.