Category Archives: Humour

Saturday afternoon at Borough Market, London. The marketplace is swarming with young good-looking people clutching oval loaves of stoneground bread, slabs of raw chocolate, violet cauliflower heads etc.. They are all rubbing up against each other as they press through … Continue reading →

I am in line waiting to collect my tickets from the box office. Ahead of me two blondes in their twenties with pony tails and jeans in boots are talking. I hear a piece of one half of their conversation … Continue reading →

Reading in a book, I came across the following Zen koan: Whenever Gutei Osho was asked about Zen, he simply raised a finger. Once a visitor asked Gutei’s boy attendant, “What does your master teach?” The boy too raised his … Continue reading →

So a Chinese kangaroo goes into a bar and orders a Jacques Lacan. The bartender looks at him, narrows his eyes, and says, “I’m gonna need to see some I.D. buddy.” The Chinese kangaroo says, “No ploblem!”, digs around in … Continue reading →

I have invented and am now promulgating a new emoticon — a lower case “o” in parentheses: (o) The emoticon essentially means “I’m using my smartphone on the can”, and is a ideograph for a toilet seat (see image). Here … Continue reading →

It’s an Air France flight Dallas-London Heathrow. On the ground, a lethal combination of a thorough lack of snow-ploughing equipment, and light snowfall, has thrown the world’s busiest airport into hideous turmoil. Somewhere over the coast of Spain the captain … Continue reading →

An attempt at simplifying human relationships by friends after eating bowls of cabbage soup.

Foxes prowl London nightly. They feast on rubbish, skirmish and cavort, and tear things to pieces with their teeth for pleasure. One morning I found the aftermath of a teddy bear massacre. I stepped outside to look at its mutilated … Continue reading →