A long build up to a punch line. The art and craft of comedy.

three things built in a day

Did you finish the tea? (editorial note t)

Finish it, I have a whole bag of the stuff, pop in sometime and have a cuppa with me.

I might well do that, are you still at the end of that long and not winding road that I see in picture form over there in the margin below the frequently asked questions thingy?

I am, turn left at the Dolmen (editorialnote p) and I’ll put the kettle on.

Though of course, ‘turning left’ does depend if I am heading north or south doesn’t it?

It does.

Would you like to enlighten me?

Well, it’s funny you should say that  because only a few days ago (editorial note t) you were starting to tell me how you bad night’s sleep was related to your phone and you never finished.

I never started. I tossed and turned all night, except only side to side – I was stuck on my stomach.

Why?

It wasn’t my usual bed so there was no pillow. I was experimenting.

Experimenting?

Yes, I was trying to find my phone.

Pray tell.

I’m glad you said ‘pray’ because the Pope is in this.

He is?

I think it was him, but at one point he turned into Gandhi. He was dressed all in pink.

I don’t think either of them are habitual pink wearers.

He was introduced as the Pope, that’s certain, he was sitting in a white Ford Escort and someone laid a carpet on the floor for him to step out and onto .

And Ghandi?

Well, when he walked across the street he turned into Ghandi – a sort of divine transformation – and I knew it was him.

How? His sun tan and his walk.

His walk ?

He walked with purpose.

Purpose?

It’s a good thing to have, everyone following him shuffled along but he strode with purpose. Purpose sets you out as something special.

Like this blog?

Ha! Don’t make me laugh! There’s no purpose here.

But there’s a Porpoise!

porpoisely lifted from google images