We had "afternoon funny" yesterday, so here, to wish you good morning, is a little joke originally from The Spectator:
An Irishman, a Scotsman, a Welshman and an Englishman are captured by the Waffen SS, who, informing them they will be shot, allow them one last request. Irishman: ‘I should like to see 50 Irish dancers doing Riverdance.’ He is told this will be arranged. Scotsman: ‘I should like to hear 100 pipers playing “The Flowers of the Forest”.’ Welshman: ‘I should like to hear 1,000 miners singing “Cwm Rhondda”.’ Then it is the Englishman’s turn: ‘I hate to be a nuisance, but d’you think, I mean, would it be possible…for me to be shot first, please?”
Well, they do say that the definition of a gentleman is someone who knows how to play the trombone but doesn't.
I thought he was going to ask for 2000 men of the SAS to rescue them. Actually this reminds me of the pity I feel for the very nice man who manages my local arts centre. On one particular evening he has my teacher in the back room teaching me the piano accordion. And upstairs, playing a different selection of tunes they have the rehearsal of a bagpipe band. I believe an ipod full of Madonna keeps him sane.