Great last night. Gay Pride.

Two middle aged ladies in the taxi, giving it large.

Anyway conversation was good, we were having a laugh.

So I said to them that I had something in common with them.

What's that", said they.

I said, "I too am a lesbian".

"Naw", said the feminine looking one, "You need a fanny to be a lesbian"



"Ah", said I. "The taxi trade thinks I am a fanny and I like women, so I must be a lesbian"

" ", the both guffawed.

It was a good laugh, I got a couple of quid for a tip. The manly one sprackling about with real determination at some length in her sporran to come up with nothing, having to ask her partner to divvy up.

Quality.

Anyway, at the newsagents, waiting for rolls to be delivered, I happened across the erstwhile Diesel and related the story.

Well, this was manna from heaven for the dear boy, he seized his opportunity to crack perhaps the only joke of his life

"THE trade fanny", he joked, feeling pleased that he had made such a riposte.

Of course it was funny. I laughed. I'm not sure he understood why, but my mind immediately turned to the 50 grand he was going to lose on de-restriction

Anyway, the lesson is that while we can laugh at ourselves while articulating a serious argument, all the opposition can do is voice slights to make them feel good about themselves.



As I said, QUALITY

Thanks again Diesel. You should get a wee laugh in the Canonmills sewing bee

pervy jim tells his passengers "I'm a fanny"

In the unlikely event that I would feel like telling them anything about myself, then the first two seem fair, but the last would seem to be less likely now. As I am in the process of putting the money into another business.

What did you do when you sold up gary, just squander it?