A man runs into a bar.
"Give me ten shots of your best malt whisky. Quick !"
The barmaid sets up the ten glasses.
The man starts drinking them down as fast as she can serve them.
The barmaid asks, "Why are you drinking so fast?"
"You'd drink fast too, if you had what I have."
The barmaid is shocked and whispers, "What is it you have?"
That was for Father Stan, who is my dad and not the name of an extra from "Father Ted".
He thinks I've been a tad dreary on the Blog lately.
Maybe so, but I've been having a ball.
By contrast, I have been sporadically trying and regularly failing to write a comic novel since I was at University. It made me increasingly miserable to the point where I couldn't bear to look at it.
That was until the day I recycled all of the yellowing bits of paper and obliterated my laptop's hard-drive and got on with having fun rather than trying to be funny.
Now I've discovered blogging, and I genuinely enjoy the writing, even though the material is hardly Bob Monkhouse.
So, how is it that I can enjoy writing an Editorial but not a Sketch ?
And can anyone think of a Blog Name for my mum - Mother Stanella ?