Some overheard and misheard snatches of cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s joke is the one about the Prime Minister’s spare pair of underpants and the Chancellor’s Christmas hamper. Oh, how we chortled!…

‘That’ll be the centre you want Joan…’
‘All under one roof.’
‘Look, a bat!…’
‘Just take the skin off it.’
‘Nog tally out there now!’
‘The Tuesday one?’
‘Nonu despot a’guard?’
‘Per, per, per, and a cleaner rail.’
‘We’ll extend plench and happy family time.’
‘It’s not just simply that you’re right Tom…’
‘Got me cymbal.’
‘And I miss you too…’
‘He was spending like a vee.’
‘I’m sorry everyone, one o’clock wordo.’
‘Where were we on grandpa?…’
‘No, I wasn’t drinking like Daniel…’
‘Fuse me!…’
‘Terry, and the Baltic gentleman?’
‘He had a growl and then watched.’
‘Ha, ha, ha, haaa!’
‘A weenie attatchernat?’
‘A no-veins place on the road…’
‘You can’t chase after a pea Bob.’
‘She says, ‘beans on the pole.”
‘The defender’s tacter dither.’
‘A bare butt?’
‘A mauler at the weekend…’
‘And another internet leaf?’


About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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