Joke on a Monday
I've decided that, partly due to my inability to post anything interesting on the site, partly due to the fact that I've been doing some proper writing, and partly because, well, I'm just a bit crap, I am going to introduce Joke On A Monday. I can think of it beforehand, write it quickly, and you will all laugh your t*ts off, because I am so funny. Well, that's the idea, anyway...
Queen Victoria was visiting a hospital in the East End, which had been set up by a Victorian philanthropist. Only back then they wouldn't have used the phrase "Victorian philanthropist", just like they wouldn't call Bob Geldof an "Elizabethan philanthropist". Partly because you don't refer to eras by the name of the monarch until they're dead, and partly because it would conjure up images of Sir Bob dancing madrigals, shagging royalty and wearing tights. All of which he might well do in private, but he's got enough money to sue, so he obviously has absolutely no connection with such behaviour.
Anyway, where were we? OK, Queen Vic (as she was known to her friends); hospital; and patients. The Queen was going around the wards, and stopped by the bed of one man to engage him in conversation.
"And what is wrong with you, my good man?"
"I have piles, Your Highness." The Queen looked embarrassed, but quickly recovered herself,
"What treatment are they giving you?"
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush my piles hard for ten minutes." Queen Victoria looked unsettled, but quickly recovered her composure.
"And what is your dearest wish?"
"An end to poverty, and peace for the world" said the patient, just as he had been coached by the hospital authorities.
The Queen moved on to the next bed, and asked the same question.
"I have syphilis, Your Highness."
"And what treatment are they giving you?"
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush me hard for 10 minutes." Victoria looked uncomfortable, but she soon recovered.
"An end to poverty, and peace for the world"
Finally, Victoria was shown to the bed of a third man. She asked what he was suffering from.
"I have severe gum disease, Your Highness," and The Queen looked relieved. Once again, she asked what the treatment was.
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush me hard for 10 minutes.", and she tried not to look bored as she asked
"And what is your dearest wish?"
"To get that scrubbing brush first, instead of after the other two have used it."
Queen Victoria was visiting a hospital in the East End, which had been set up by a Victorian philanthropist. Only back then they wouldn't have used the phrase "Victorian philanthropist", just like they wouldn't call Bob Geldof an "Elizabethan philanthropist". Partly because you don't refer to eras by the name of the monarch until they're dead, and partly because it would conjure up images of Sir Bob dancing madrigals, shagging royalty and wearing tights. All of which he might well do in private, but he's got enough money to sue, so he obviously has absolutely no connection with such behaviour.
Anyway, where were we? OK, Queen Vic (as she was known to her friends); hospital; and patients. The Queen was going around the wards, and stopped by the bed of one man to engage him in conversation.
"And what is wrong with you, my good man?"
"I have piles, Your Highness." The Queen looked embarrassed, but quickly recovered herself,
"What treatment are they giving you?"
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush my piles hard for ten minutes." Queen Victoria looked unsettled, but quickly recovered her composure.
"And what is your dearest wish?"
"An end to poverty, and peace for the world" said the patient, just as he had been coached by the hospital authorities.
The Queen moved on to the next bed, and asked the same question.
"I have syphilis, Your Highness."
"And what treatment are they giving you?"
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush me hard for 10 minutes." Victoria looked uncomfortable, but she soon recovered.
"An end to poverty, and peace for the world"
Finally, Victoria was shown to the bed of a third man. She asked what he was suffering from.
"I have severe gum disease, Your Highness," and The Queen looked relieved. Once again, she asked what the treatment was.
"Every morning they put some ointment on a scrubbing brush, and they brush me hard for 10 minutes.", and she tried not to look bored as she asked
"And what is your dearest wish?"
"To get that scrubbing brush first, instead of after the other two have used it."