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Saturday 11 July 2009

A meal out


Morning all.

Or rather evening.  Hic.  I am a bit drunk.

Drove down after finishing at work at 2000 yesterday.  Listened to Any Questions on the way down.  And once again, was woken up (after going to sleep around midnight after watching Jonathan Ross) at 0600.

We went out to look at some furniture for our extension, when it gets finished...  And afterwards, we met up with an old friend.  Well, an old mate of my wife, but someone who I met on the net.  Strange that.  Anyway, went out for a meal with the kids though as I was driving, no drinks for me.  But it was nice to meet up.  My daughter had met him before, but unfortunately we have not met up in over a year (probably two) even though we have kept in touch by phone and e-mail.  Meeting up face to face was great, and the kids both loved him, and also loved his place where we went afterwards.

Spending time with my family is amazing, even though that does involve changing nappies again.  And boy poo does smell worse than girl poo. 

A very pretty young speech therapist was getting nowhere with her Stammerers Action group. She had tried every technique in the book
without the slightest success. 

Finally, thoroughly exasperated, she said "If any of you can tell me the name of the town where you were born, without stuttering, I will give you the best blow job you have ever had. So, who wants to go first?"

The Englishman piped up. "B-b-b-b-b-b-b-irmingham", he said.

"That's no use, Trevor" said the speech therapist, "Who's next?" 


The Scotsman raised his hand and blurted out

"P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-aisley".

That's no better. There'll be none for you, I'm afraid, Hamish.

How about you, Paddy?

The Irishman took a deep breath and eventually blurted out 
"London."

"Brilliant Paddy!" said the speech therapist and immediately set about living up to her promise.

For fifteen minutes he had the best blow job he had ever had and as he came Paddy said




"-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-erry."