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21 February, 2006 at 11:10 pm #198304
No Lancs, Crazy Chick didn’t call me blonde, but being a dark haired guy it wouldn’t have bothered me anway.
I actually don’t use that term ‘blonde’ to suggest dumbness or simple-mindedness. It originated in the USA. In the UK we tell Irish jokes, in the USA they traditionally tell jokes about dumb Poles ( or Polaks as they sometimes say ) then sometime around the early 90s it moved onto blondes. I’ve known some smart blondes in my time and in my experience a woman’s hair colour has nowt to do with her intelligence. I don’t find blonde jokes amusing, it’s nothing to do with being politically correct, I just don’t see the connection between blonde and being dumb.
In saying this, I admit I enjoy ( and tell ) Irish jokes. Even though the Irish are not dumb, they themselves tell their own jokes along the same lines, but they call them Kerryman jokes, about guys from County Kerry. Almost all of the best Irish jokes actually come from the Irish themselves, about Kerrymen, we just steal them and call em Irish.
I think we British saw the Irish as being dumb due to the huge numbers of them who came here to work in the construction industry in the 60s and 70s, many of whom were farm labourers and poorly educated, despite the fact that thousands of them came here to work as navies long before that, i.e. on the navigation canals. I’m sure the Irish were telling Kerryman jokes a long time before we began telling Irish jokes.
My great grandparents were Irish. I’m proud of my great grandad, as he was from the republic, yet he volunteered and enlisted in the British Army to fight the Kaiser and his huns in WW1. He was killed at Gallipoli.
21 February, 2006 at 10:13 pm #198206Sounds to me like Jigsy is owed an apology too ugo.
21 February, 2006 at 9:05 pm #198301It’s okay, I can see it myself, so I guess you can too.
21 February, 2006 at 9:04 pm #198300I’ve tried to do a siggy, can anyone see this now?
21 February, 2006 at 8:25 pm #198297@temptress wrote:
:shock: peco i can hear mother :wink:
Yes Temp, she’s yelling at me because she thinks I’m gonna stuff Ugo.
I do so love taxidermy. Everyman should have a hobby.
21 February, 2006 at 4:37 pm #198723PB, that’s a bit drastic for constipation. If you’d listed Syrup Of Figs you could still have 4 more things you could bring with you.
21 February, 2006 at 4:10 pm #198296I PM’d you mary.
21 February, 2006 at 3:47 pm #1987211) A machette. This can do anything a knife can, and more. With a machette I could make a hut, and a spear.
2) One of those survival steel rods with the flint, to make sparks to produce a fire.
3) A long length of rope, cos I could unravel strands of it to make lighter bits of rope and even string which I’d use to make animal traps and fish-traps. I could also make thread ( out of the rope ) for sewing or making clothes. I wouldn’t need a ready-made needle, cos I could make one out of a thorn or something similar.
4) A big heavy stainless steel cooking pot.
5) A mirror to use for signaling to passing ships.
21 February, 2006 at 12:54 am #198252I f..king told you who it is. It’s Prince William.
21 February, 2006 at 12:48 am #169860No-one can be worse off than me!
I have a really bad cold, and it’s making me cough a lot, and when I do my chest hurts bad. One nostril is badly blocked-up, and every few hours when it clears, the other one gets blocked-up, it’s like they’re taking turns at being blocked-up.
I’ve got a curvature of my big toe nail, and the side of it is digging into my toe-flesh, it’s all red and sore. When I was walking the dog in the park, I found a football, and I kicked it so my dog could chase it, and it hurt like f..k cos I forgot about how tender my sore toe was.
I can’t get a shirt to fit me either, on account of me having very short arms. I know some people have a problem with their arms being very long, but they don’t suffer the way short-armed people suffer, at least long-armed people can reach things on high shelves.
My car is making my life a misery. A few months ago the timing belt snapped. It cost me almost a grand to get it fixed. I’d only had the car back a few days when another car ran into the back of it. It was awful trying to tell the insurance company how it happened, because there was no-one in either car, they were both parked.
My car ignition key broke in the ignition several nights ago, and it cost me £65.00 to get it fixed. My car hates me. The car ciggarette lighter has broken too.
I haven’t been stung by a bee or a wasp, but a long time ago a wasp did sting me, on the eye-lid. I’m unlucky that way, with animals and insects. I’ve never met anyone else who was ever bitten on the stomach by a horse the way I once was. I thought it was bad enough when my pet ferret bit me on the lip when I was a kid, but I came to realise that God must intend me to suffer these things for a reason, like when my mate’s border collie bit me on the scrotum. We were playing football at the time, and the dog liked chasing the ball. I think it just got excited when it bit me. I must admit though, I was quite excited myself when I rushed to hospital clutching my groin, but in a different way.
My windows are filthy cos the window cleaner hasn’t been for months. How can he expect me to be able to see through them when they’re so dirty?
My worktops have got brown sauce marks all over them, now I’m gonna have to clean them off, which will be quite hard work because of all the sugar that’s stuck in the sauce marks. It easy for some people to say……” But Peco! You should clean the mess off when you make it”. I don’t accept that, cos I make my tea and snacks when the TV adverts are on and I’ve barely got time as it is to rush back into the living room when the film comes back on. I can’t be expected to do everything.
I ruined one of my T shirts the other day as well, when I was ironing it. The iron was too hot, and melted the label, which was made of some synthetic blue material, then all the blue gungie stuff went on to my T shirt, right at the bottom of the V neck bit where everyone would see it. I even had to clean the iron when I was finished. I didn’t even have a Brillo Pad either, I had to use a bit of emery paper to rub the blue gungie stuff off, now the nice shiny sole plate of my iron is all rough and scratchy and I can’t see my face in it anymore. Not that I want to see my face, because I’m so ugly.
I hereby claim entitlement to any prize that might be awarded for being the worst off person on JC.
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