Another Very Silly Story Ben and Beth go shopping   It is Saturday morning. Beth is in bed. Ben is also in bed. Mummy says “Get up Beth. Get up Ben” Beth gets up and goes downstairs. Mummy is still in bed. Mummy had a late night last night. Beth knows because she saw Uncle Charlie creeping out of the house at five in the morning. Beth makes a cup of black coffee and has one of mummy’s cigarettes. She shouts to Ben. “Ben! Get up you lazy little sod” Ben is tired because he had a hard night with Mary behind the bike sheds. Ben doesn’t get up. Beth has the arse ache because mummy said that they have to go to the shop. Mummy said that they had to get some things from Mr Gupta’s shop. She gave the money to Ben. Ben bought some sweets with some of the money. He used the sweets to bribe Mary to let him see her knickers. Beth knows about Ben buying the sweets. She thinks that Mary is a little slapper. Ben comes downstairs. Ben is totally shagged. Ben makes

Another Day at the Office

    Over many years of providing the organ backing for ecclesiastical functions, I have learned how to avoid many of the numerous pitfalls which infest such occasions and those which must be avoided at all costs.   The majority of such learning comes at the cost of bitter experience and considerable sacrifice of personal dignity. As in many aspects of show business, the backing group, in this environment known as the choir, can be a major source of concern.   Usually, the choir is a collection of well-meaning local individuals whose vocal talents range from average to abysmal.   The volume of vocal output is commonly directly proportional to their inability to reach high notes with any degree of accuracy and to their tendency towards originality regarding harmonies. Commonly, the organ is positioned in the church where it is hard to see the backing group and therefore to keep an eye on members with the potential for disruption   , usually small boys who have been known to
                                                The Tale of Jed Thresher Under protest, and not without a great deal of grumbling, I was attempting to deal with a plague of snails in my garden when the phone rang. Gardening was, at that period in my life, a function that I carried out strictly in self-defence and I was far from dismayed when my wife indicated that the caller wished to speak to me.   Without preamble, the voice at the other end demanded to know if I was Allen, the keyboards player. With some slight hesitation I admitted that the information was accurate. Over several years of deputising with various bands, I had learned to exercise caution in making such admissions, as many semi-professional musicians are reluctant to discuss their earnings with HM Inspectors of Taxes and those Inspectors tend to use similar discretion in disclosing their identity.   For reasons that were not immediately apparent, the name given to me by the caller seemed vaguely familiar. He claime


  There are some very strange traditions in the British Armed Forces.   The degree of strangeness appears to increase with the age of the Service.   The Royal Navy proudly claims, with some justification to be the Senior Service, founded as it was during the reign of Henry VIII. There are therefore some instances of extremely irrational behaviour by members of that Service. On one occasion the weather had deteriorated to such an extent that our flight of two fighter aircraft were unable to return to our home base and we were obliged to land at Lossiemouth which was, at that time, a Royal Naval air base in the North of Scotland. The four of us were allocated a room and as soon as we had removed the clutter of protective gear deemed vital to fly in a fighter jet we decided to forgo the delights of the base food and set off to walk to the Coulard Inn only a short distance away.   As we approached the gate, we were ordered to halt by the guard. “Where are you going Sirs?” he asked.

The further letters to Mr McBride

  To:   Mr T E McBride From:   Capt A Hall Dear Mr McBride. Before I explain the circumstances surrounding the missing tow tractor, may I extend the good wishes of all the flight deck crews on your long awaited return to work following your extensive stay in hospital.   It is good to learn that you will eventually be able to reduce the Valium dosage to a level that allows you to speak coherently. As you will be aware, the aircraft towing tractors leased to us by the Airport Authority may only be driven by suitably qualified personnel.   I received assurances that, having driven tractors on my uncle’s farm, I met the required criteria.   Although the report filed by Air Traffic regarding an unauthorized crossing of the active runway has some basis in fact, it fails to mention that I made a radio call for clearance in which I may have inadvertently given the impression that I was a British Airways aircraft.   In effect, there is little difference between a tractor and a Boeing

Dear Mr McBride. The sixth epistle according to Capt. Hall

To:        Mr T E McBride, CEO From:            Capt A Hall   Dear Mr McBride. It was kind of you to invite both Simon Watson and me to your office the other day.   I have taken careful note of your comments and those of our HR lady, Miss Pegg. Regrettably, because of your sudden illness, we were unable to assure you that we were not responsible for the post-it notes distributed around the VIP Visitor area.   I am quite sure that even senior clergymen have encountered those four letter words on previous occasions and that any outrage displayed was superficial and short lived.   I make the assumption that the note causing most concern was the one on the light switch.   At a quick glance, it is very easy to mistake the phrase “flick off” for something more offensive and I know that His Grace, the Bishop has poor eyesight. Regarding the strongly worded letter from the Engineering manager, it must surely be a stretch of the imagination to place the blame on SW and me for the un

Ice #flexvss

Ice is funny stuff.  In small cubes it can enhance the pleasure of a gin and tonic.  (Please note that tonic really should not constitute more than 30% of a decent G&T.  A slice of lime or lemon is good also) When one is young, ice can provide endless amusement, ice skating springs to mind as does sliding in the school playground whilst ignoring the entreaties of the Headmaster. Ice is not, however a good thing when transportation is involved.  Motor bikes are very badly affected as are cars, lorries and most especially aircraft. The controllabilty of a motor vehicle depends mainly on the abilities of the driver, the pressure in the tyres (or 'tires' if you are 'Murcan, dear reader) and, with due diligence, journeys may be undertaken with a degree of safety. Ice forming on the flying surfaces of an aircraft distorts and destroys the airfoil shape and renders the careful calculations of the designer chaps worthless. It is also very heavy.  Basically, if ice formation is