I don’t know about you but I need cheering up, so today there will be no whistleblowing, no politics, no horsemeat, no windfarms, no global warming, no BBC, NHS or even Jimmy Saville who by the way is still dead. Today there will just be a smile as we look forward a freezing weekend.
I just had to pass this tale on, although I am sure that you will have gathered that I do have a somewhat strange sense of humour.
A Solicitor parked his brand new Porsche in front of the office to show it off to his colleagues. As he was getting out of the car, a truck came speeding along too close to the kerb and took off the door before zooming off. More than a little distraught, the Solicitor grabbed his mobile and called the police.
Five minutes later, the police arrive . . . . . Before the policeman had a chance to ask any questions, the man started screaming hysterically: “My Porsche, my beautiful silver Porsche is ruined. No matter how long it’s at the panel beaters, it’ll simply never be the same again!”
After the man finally finished his rant, the policeman shook his head in disgust.”I can’t believe how materialistic you bloody Solicitors are.” he said. “You lot are so focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything else in your life.” “How can you say such a thing at a time like this?” sobbed the Porsche owner.
The policeman replied: “Didn’t you realise that your arm was torn off when the truck hit you?” The Solicitor looked down in horror. “F***ing hell!” he screamed. “Where’s my Rolex????”
Did you know, solicitor is actually an anagram of the word ‘clitoris’?