The sing-a-long We’re off to see the Wild West show, but no matter what the weather, so long as we’re together… couldn’t have been more apt. Gags, yarns, put-ons, quips, jests and one-liners all rained down on us without mercy.
We were rolling in the aisles with readings of the likes of Francie and Josie, Chic Murray and Les Dawson. Ina told us some crackers and, funnily enough, that’s where she got all her jokes from.
Jack said that writing jokes can be a serious business (we even got homework for future RYOWs), that there are humorous-script-writing and stand-up courses available (I’m more sit down myself), and Radio 4 has the likes of Sorry I Haven’t A Clue, News Quiz and The Now Show as potential markets for the comedy writer.
Mark Twain said, Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; truth isn’t. Well the anecdotes we heard certainly proved that (isn’t that right, Mrs. Godspell?), and Jack proved the old adage about working hard and playing hard when he told us about high jinks in workplaces with various party pranks played on unsuspecting patsies.
There were cringe-worthy puns too, and Jim took the biscuit with I’ve gotta joke – Jock the coalman. The most telling Shaggy Dog Story was his superb narrative of an unfortunate dentist receiving wax treatment in Hong Kong (I wonder if he looked down in the mouth afterwards?). I think I’ll stick to having my ears syringed at the GP’s surgery.
Speaking of which, there was a brief outbreak of doctor-doctor jokes proving that the oldies are the goodies, as was Evie and Bill’s rendering of the classic There’s A Hole In My Bucket, Dear Lisa. You could clearly hear Lisa’s exasperation grow with each verse.
All told, a really great morning’s entertainment (as the bishop said to the actress).
Before I go; did you hear the one about the Scotsman, Englishman and Irishman who walked into a pub? The barman said, “Is this some kinda joke?”