This would be an opportune moment to introduce Chic Murray the well loved comedian of the land of my birth whose droll style and unique delivery had ’em rolling in the aisles..
“This friend of mine had a terrible upbringing. When his mother lifted him up to feed him, his father rented the pram out. Then when they came into money later, his mother hired a woman to push the pram – and he’s been pushed for money since! I asked him once what his ambition was and he replied it was to have an ambition. In the end tragedy struck – as he lay on his death bed he confessed to three murders. Then he got better”
“I got up and crossed the landing and went down the stairs. Mind you, if there had been no stairs there I wouldn’t even have attempted it
I went to the butchers to buy a leg of lamb. ‘Is it Scotch?’ I asked. ‘Why?’ the butcher asked. ‘Are you going to talk to it or eat it?’ ‘In that case, have you got any wild duck?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got one I could aggravate for you.’
“I rang the bell of a small bed-and breakfast place, whereupon a lady appeared at an outside window. “What do you want?” she asked. “I want to stay here,” I replied. “Well, stay there then,” she said and banged the window shut.
“My wife went to a beauty parlour and got a mud pack. For two days she looked nice, then the mud fell off. She’s a classy girl though, at least all her tattoos are spelt right.”