Archive for December 1st, 2004

The Bank Manager

Here is a nice, but a little old, joke sent by an Afrikaans friend in Cape Town.


A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

“Miss Whack, I’d like to get a £30,000 loan to take a holiday.” Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay as he knows the bank manager.

Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says,

“There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow £30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.”

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”

The bank manager looks back at her and says… “It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”

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Christmas Parties

One of the problems of being a journalist is that, at this time of the year, there are so many Christmas parties to go to. We have to attend every one as it is considered impolite to refuse!

Tonight (1st December) there are three or four of them, all on the same night. Pam and I shall, no doubt, follow the usual suspects from door to door.

If I have gathered any regular readers then I shall relieve you by saying that I have brought forward my New Year Resolution with immediate effect!

This is “Not to post messages on this blog whilst under the influence of alcohol”. Or should that read: whilst under the influence of soberness? 🙂

Whatever, I hope you all have good fun during the party season, just remember, having too much fun at your office party could put you first in line for redundancy!


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Humour or, in this case, Humor :-)

G. W. Bush and John Kerry somehow ended up at the same barbershop.

As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Kerry in his chair reached for the after shave. Kerry was quick to stop him saying, “No thanks, my wife Theresa will smell that and think I’ve been in a whorehouse,”

The second barber turned to Bush and said, “How about you?”

Bush replied, “Go ahead, my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”

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Minolta Saga

Latest news. Shipment of new stock arrived yesterday from Japan. This morning I get a call saying there is not a spare camera in Minolta and I would be first in the queue when the next shipment arrives, hopefully within the next few days.

I would buy Canon except that the Minolta Anti-Shake mechanism is not only better but is placed in the camera body. Canon have this extra gizmo in their larger lens so you have to buy new each time you buy a lens 😦


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