This is a bit of a shameless plug for two things…and somewhat out of kilter with the rest of regular 42world content.
First up, I’ve recently written a new comedic sci-fi novel called “Baabaric” which is now available as an e-book for the Amazon Kindle. If anyone who owns a Kindle (or has a Kindle reader app on their device) is interested in taking a punt on a new author like me, please do so! It’ll only cost you peanuts so if you decide to have a go, I personally thank you and I hope you enjoy it!
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In case anyone is concerned, worry not as my musings on this blog will continue.
Thanks for reading!
When you have grown up with the BBC as your staple provider of entertainment and news, you realise when you go elsewhere in the world how good the BBC seems by comparison. Impartial (in the main), balanced, no adverts etc etc.
In NZ, there are the usual smattering of news providers on different channels but to be frank, in a country of 4.5 million people there isn’t a lot of news to report. In some ways this is great! It is great that a car crash with one fatality still makes it on to the news (especially if a foreign driver is involved), it is great that a murder still outrages people, it is great that someone holding up a petrol station, while wearing a onesie, to obtain cigarettes is newsworthy…but let us also be honest, in this desensitised age, it is not very exciting either.
To fill up the allotted news time, we end up with what appear to be sponsored stories about new products, new movies etc. I also feel at times like it is painful to see who can qualify as a reporter with their dubious command of the English language.
Which brings me to my final bit of info, channel Three here in NZ has started doing an entertainment show based around the news each weeknight with a studio audience. It is called The Project (if anyone wants to look it up online) and is based on an Australian format from what I have read. When I first heard about it I remember thinking that things must’ve really got desperate on already quite poor NZ TV, but I actually think it is really good! They somehow deliver the main stories and balance having a good laugh about them where they can with the serious messages and debate/opinion. Why shouldn’t the news be entertaining instead of depressing?
At the end of the day, some serious stories take some believing sometimes anyway so why not laugh about it all…has Donald Trump REALLY been elected President? Has the UK REALLY opted to leave the European Union?
I am not usually in the business of offending people but I have been watching a bit of classic British comedy by the likes of Les Dawson recently on YouTube and reading some of his old jokes on the web…back from when Mother-in-Law jokes were still in fashion…and I thought I would share some of them with you…
- I upset the wife’s mother the other Guy Fawkes Night. I fell off the fire.
When my mother-in-law stands in the nude she looks like a wall of whitewash. She’s so fat she had to lose weight to model maternity frocks.
I saw six men kicking and punching the mother-in-law. My neighbour said ‘Are you going to help?’ I said ‘No, Six should be enough.’
I wouldn’t say the room was small but when I talked to myself, one of us had to step outside to reply.
I can always tell when the mother in law’s coming to stay; the mice throw themselves on the traps.
The wife’s Mother said, “When you’re dead, I’ll dance on your grave.” I said: “Good, I’m being buried at sea.”
I took my mother-in-law to Madame Tussard’s Chamber of Horrors, and one of the attendants said, ‘Keep her moving sir, we’re stock-taking’
- I haven’t spoken to my mother-in-law for two years. We haven’t quarrelled, I just don’t like to interrupt her.
- I wouldn’t say the mother-in-law was loud but the parrot has gone deaf.
I wish at times that society wasn’t quite so politically correct and we could still laugh at anything…just as long as we are equally happy to laugh at ourselves.