Wow - it's been a long time since I posted on my Vox Blog. Basically since I left Six Apart.
"You left Six Apart? What are you doing now?" I hear absolutely no-one asking me. *sigh*
Well, in the unlikely event that anyone stumbles across this - I am the co founder of answerJam - www.answerjam.com
Go check it out - it's a fun, safe and addictive place to drop off your secrets, confessions, frustrations, vents, dreams and help and advice. All 100% anonymous. You can post as man woman, sheep... and even use aliases to further muddy the waters.
Go on, check it out. You know you want to?
Bueller? Bueller? Is this thing on?
A woman brings a very limp duck into a veterinary surgery.
As she lays the duck on the examination table the vet pulls out
his stethoscope and listens to the duck's chest for signs of life.
After a few moments the vet shakes his head and turns to the woman
and says sadly, "I'm sorry but the duck has passed away."
The distressed owner wails, "Are you sure?"
"Yes of course I'm sure. The duck is dead," he replies.
"How can you be so sure?" she protests. "I mean you haven't done
any testing - he might be in a coma or something."
The vet rolls his eyes and leaves the room. He returns with a
black Labrador.
As the duck's owner looks in amazement, the dog stands on his hind
legs, puts his front paws on the examination table and sniffs the
duck from top to bottom.
He then looks at the vet and with sad eyes shakes his head.
The vet pats the dog on the head and takes him out and returns a
few moments later with a cat.
The cat jumps up on the table and also sniffs the duck from its
beak to its tail at the back end and back again.
The cat sits and shakes its head and meows softly, jumps down from
the examination table and strolls out of the examination room.
The vet looks at the woman and says, "I am sorry, but as I said,
this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turns to his computer terminal and after hitting a few keys
a bill is printed off, which he hands to the woman.
The duck's owner, still in shock, takes the bill. "£450!" she cries.
"£450 just to tell me my duck is dead?"
The vet shrugs. "If you had accepted my word for it, the bill
would have been only £30. But with the lab report and the cat scan
- it all adds up."
This is a fantastic parody of the god awful educational programs we had to watch. If you're not from the UK and watch it with a puzzled frown while any British people giggle around you, don't panic. They're just laughing at you
Yay! My nephew Elliott won the "Most Improved Footballer" Trophy
Go Elliott - I'm such a proud Uncle!
Found this website on my travels today. This is the best way I have seen to promote a book!
http://noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com/
Poor code monkey.
http://jonathancoulton.com.nyud.net:8090/songdetails/Code%20Monkey
Go to his site. Buy the song. Chuckle.
It's only a buck after all!
on This is not Thora Hird's Songs of Praise