My friend keeps saying “cheer up man, it could be worse . . . . you could be stuck underground in a hole full of water.” I know that he means well.
A weasel walks into a bar. The barman says, “Wow, I’ve never served a weasel before . . . . What can I get for you?” “Pop”, goes the weasel.
Cheese and onion sandwich walks into a bar and asks for a pint Barman says sorry we don't serve food in here
My wife suggested that I should take up stamp collecting during the lockdown! But I philatley refused
Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac. He lay awake all night wondering if there is a dog.
A warning to all: avoid using Aldi in Castletown, Sunderland at the moment if you can. I've just got back from a truly awful shopping trip there. Having queued up, patiently and socially distancing, as I neared the entrance a shop worker clipped a carabena onto the belt loop of my jeans, my perplexed expression must have said it all as she explained that whilst people are distancing in the queue outside, they aren't distancing once inside the store. So what some Donut has dreamt up is to rope 6 ir so customers together with 2m of rope between each of us WTF. Well these are strange times and with the threat of a second wave of infection I thought I'd best not complain and just tow the line (so to speak). I'm telling you now, what an absolutely idiotic idea this is. We've negotiated our way in to the store, some with trolleys and others trying to grab a basket before the berserk conga line drags them away. I'm was near the middle of the rope picking up some veg, the woman at the front, who was trussed up like a kid in a harness was trying to drag the whole line to the apples and the bloke at the back trying to pull the other way to get his hands on last weeks courgettes which were now this weeks courgette offer. It was like tug-of-war for the deranged. It's embarrassing to say, but I lost it, started ranting and raving about the rope and how the hell are people meant to shop like this, I went to unclip the carabena which miraculously brought the attention of the staff who told me I'd be asked to leave the shop if I uncliped. "FFS we're not rock climbing, we're trying to buy cheese" are words which I'll carry with me to my grave. Strangely this outburst had the effect of bringing our train together as a team. We carried on now with lots of communication, people passing stuff along the line to other to fill their baskets. Now I know passing things to one another could spread the infection as much as person to person contact but I honestly think if we hadn't of done, I'd still be there now. As we started along the aisle I generally refer to as "biscuits and creosote", it was clear from the melee that all was not well in the adjacent aisle. As far as I could tell there had been 2 trains of people and a lady in the middle of one chain had ducked under the other to get her hands on a pop-art cat bed. The tangle had resulted in a multi-pedestran pile up in which the epicentre resembled the diety Durga, it wasn't clear how long they'd been there but one old chap was trying to free himself by feverishly sawing at the rope with his house keys. We navigated the remaining aisles without major trauma, other than having to rescue Doreen (2nd in line) after she fell in the chest freezer trying to reach the last beef Wellington. We were individually unclipped prior to the till, at which point any cameradery we'd had quickly evaporated as everyone scrambled for the first available till. With the ordeal still impeding rational thought, it was a welcome and familiar sight to have the check out throw all my shopping on the floor in the normal 1000mph fashion. I really did not appreciate being strung along like that, but I hope you did. I don't think I'll be going back there in a hurry,
Your sick I gave in earlier but I did have sympathy for Gill -hopefully he got to the booze without a problem
I've just had two Police Officers at my door! They said; “Are you familiar with the letters HB?” I replied, “No, I’m not.” “How about LS?” “No.” “What about JD?” I asked, “Hang on a minute, am I a suspect or something?” The police officers said, “No, these are just initial enquires.”
