There is no sadder sound.
By popular demand…
…Acclaimed for his wide collection of contemporary ‘father humour’ Bertie Blenkinsop writes:
I find it difficult to say what my wife does… she sells sea shells on the seashore.
No matter how much you give a homeless person for tea… they never give you the tea.
I used to work at a calendar factory but I got the sack because I took a couple of days off.
“I hate oyings.” “What is an oying?” “This joke.”
What do you call a fat psychic? A four-chin teller.
Do you ever get that when you’re half way through eating a horse and you think to yourself, ‘I’m not as hungry as I thought I was’
I saw an advert that said: “Television for sale, 5 euro, volume stuck on full.” I couldn’t turn it down.
Here’s a photo of me with REM. That’s me in the corner.
What did the pirate say on his 80th birthday? Aye Matey!
Unless YOUR father can do better.