I don’t know how many of you were tuned in yesterday to listen to my show, but East Coast FM are looking for the listener who is the farthest away from the studio in Haddington here in Scotland.

Now I know we have contributors to this site in the US and New Zealand.

So if you did – or do listen to East Coast FM why not email them? Simply tell them where you are and if you turn out to be the furthest away, there will be a prize of Haggis and Shortbread in the post to you.

Their address is:

studio@eastcoastfm.co.uk

…From Peter in Ruby Bay (NZ)

A Priest, a Doctor, a rich Businessman and a Scotsman were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers in front of them.

The Doctor shouted to them, “I’ve never seen such poor golf!”

The Scotsman chimed in, “Och aye! We ha’ been waitin’ for nigh on fifteen minutes!”

The Businessman called out, “Move it on you guys, time is money.”

The Priest said, “Here comes George the greenkeeper. Let’s have a word with him.”

“Hello, George!” said the Priest, “What’s wrong with that annoying group ahead of us? They’re rather slow, aren’t they?”

George the greenkeeper replied, “Oh, yes.. That’s a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free, anytime they want to.”

The group fell into an embarrassed silence for a moment.

Then the Priest said, “That’s so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.”

The Doctor said, “Good idea. I’m going to contact my ophthalmologist colleagues and see if there’s anything they can do for them.”

The Businessman replied, “I think I’ll donate £350,000 to the Fire Brigade Benevolent Fund in honour of these brave souls.”

And the Scotsman said, “Why kin they no play at night?”

…From Baz in Dronfield (UK)

(I think we have had this before – but it is good. Andy)

According to a news report, a certain private school in Newcastle upon Tyne was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.

That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.

Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.

Finally the Headmistress decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little Geordie ‘Princesses’).

To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.

Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

There are teachers………….and then there are educators.

….From  Bob in Florida (US)

Billy Joel

Eddie Murphy

Halle Berry

Hugh Heffner

John Travolta

Lo and Mark Anthony

Oprah

Sylvester Stallone

Tiger Woods

If you are near your computer tomorrow at around 5.00 p.m. (GMT) go to www.eastcoastfm.co.uk where you will hear 120 minutes of solid gold, Golden Oldies.

Yes, it’s me again reminding you all  that my show will be going out as usual and I want you all there with me, listening in.

Oh, and they have now put a mugshot of me on their Home Page.

The fools……

And remember, you can call in with requests and dedications – 01620 826444

…From David in Thorpe Willoughby (UK)

An Aussie truckie walks into an outback cafe’ with a full-grown emu behind him.
The waitress asks them for their orders.
The truckie says, ‘A hamburger, chips and a coke,’ and turns to the emu, ‘What’s yours?’
‘Sounds great, I’ll have the same,’ says the emu.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order ‘That will be $9.40 please,’ and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change and pays.

The next day, the man and the emu come again and he says, ‘A hamburger, chips and a coke.’
The emu says, ‘ Sounds great, I’ll have the same.’

Again the truckie reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again. ‘The usual?’ asks the waitress.

‘No, it’s Friday night, so I’ll have a steak, baked potato and a salad,’ says the man..
‘Same for me,’ says the emu.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, ‘That will be $32.62.’

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. ‘Excuse me mate, how do you manage to always pull the exact change from your pocket every time?’

‘Well, love,’ says the truckie, ‘a few years ago, I was cleaning out the back shed, and found an old lamp. When I cleaned it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes.
My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.’

‘That’s brilliant!’ says the waitress. ‘Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you’ll always be as rich as you want, for as long as you live!’

‘That’s right. Whether it’s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there.’ says the man.
Still curious the waitress asks, ‘What’s with the bloody emu?’

The truckie pauses, sighs and answers, ‘My second wish was for a tall bird with a big a**e and long legs, who agrees with everything I say.’

…From Bob in Florida (US)

This is doing the rounds in the US. Very patriotic but worth a look.
Very Clever. Good song.
Nice.

Click HERE to watch

…From Peter in Ruby Bay (NZ)

Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter
This one I caught in the SGV Tribune the other day and called the Editorial Room and asked who wrote this. It took two or three readings before the editor realized that what he was reading was impossible!!! They put in a correction the next day.

Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
No, really?

Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Now that’s taking things a bit far!

Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
What a guy!

Miners Refuse to Work after Death
No-good-for-nothing’ lazy so-and-so’s!

Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
See if that works any better than a fair trial!

War Dims Hope for Peace
I can see where it might have that effect!

If Strike Isn’t Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile
Ya think?!

Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Who would have thought!

Enfield ( London ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
They may be on to something!

Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
You mean there’s something stronger than duct tape? Oklahoma’s new construction programme!

Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge
He probably IS the battery charge!

New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Weren’t they fat enough?!

Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
That’s what he gets for eating those beans!

Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Do they taste like chicken?

Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Chainsaw Massacre all over again!

Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Boy, are they tall!

And the winner is….

Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Did I read that right?

…From David in Thorpe Willoughby (UK)

(I think we have had this before. Still, you can’t keep the good ones down, eh? Andy)

A man is waiting for his wife to give birth. The doctor comes in and informs the dad that his son was born without a torso, arms or legs. The son is just a head! But the dad loves his son and raises him as well as he can, with love and compassion.

After 21 years, the son is now old enough for his first drink. Dad takes him to the bar, tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy.

With all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol.

Swoooosh! Plop!

A torso pops out! The bar is dead silent; then bursts into whoops of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant “Take another drink!”

The bartender continues to shake his head in dismay .

Swoooosh! Plip! Plop! Two arms pop out.

The bar goes wild. The father crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. The patrons chant, “Take another drink! Take another drink!”

The bartender ignores the whole affair and goes back to polishing glasses, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed by the amazing scenes.

By now the boy is getting tipsy, but with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Plop! Plip! Two legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.

The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left then staggers to the right through the front door, into the street where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly. The bar falls silent.

The father moans in grief. The bartender sighs and says…………..,
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“He should’ve quit while he was a head!”