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A guy walks into a cafe in the centre of Kings Heath. He's the macho type. You know - big brawny shoulders, powerful thighs, bronzed tan. He strolls up to the counter and orders a ham salad baguette. He hands over his money and says to the guy behind the counter, “How old do you think I am?” The server looks at him, thinks for a bit, and says, “I'd say that you're about 40.” The bodybuilder smiles and says, “Today is my 56th birthday.” “Never,” says the server. At this, Macho Man smiles and exits the cafe.A little while later he's waiting at a bus stop when an old lady walks up and places her shopping bags down close to where he's standing. “I'm getting too old to be carrying these heavy bags every week,” she complains. “I'll be 74 next month.” Quick as a flash, our man spins round, looks down at the old lady, and poses the question: “How old do you think I am?” The old crone peers up at him through ancient murky glasses and says in a fractured wheeze, “Unfasten your belt.” The tough guy is confused but he complies with her request. In the next second the old lady's hands are down the front of his trousers, inside his boxer shorts, fumbling about with his pork and beans. The old lady gropes and grimaces for a minute and a half and then looks up at her new friend and says, “You're 56.” He cannot believe it. “How on earth did you know that?” he asks; shocked and bewildered. “I was in the cafe,” she replies.

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Keep Me in Your Heart: Warren Zevon cover (LiliAna Rose)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rweQlz1TQYg

I feel sure Warren Zevon would have adored this beautiful interpretation of his song.


Alan Watts: Myth of Myself
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6d7WlE5D1kk

My Blog

When first we met

Jenny tightened her grip on the steering wheel and crushed down on the accelerator. Her relationship had died the moment her loving man had revealed himself to be a chiropodist-shagging-shit. One morn...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:51:00 GMT

GrimeTime

The fridge had stopped working sometime in the night. It had simply expired. There was only cheese and milk inside there anyway and both items had perished long before the fridge itself. The cheese wa...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 12:35:00 GMT

Where in Canada

    "You're crazy."     "No, I'm mad."     "Is there a difference?" she asked.       "Mad as a March hare," I answered. "It's an...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 17:32:00 GMT

We shall see the apple tree

The electric doors slid open and Spencer stepped out of the hospital with determination and pain. He'd parted company with his motorbike at forty miles an hour near Cheddar Gorge. His right leg was in...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 06:12:00 GMT

Nervous Breakdown (with complimentary breakfast)

Don Lamp lifted his batch of shirts out of his suitcase and placed them on the bed. His wife, Karen, was in the bathroom squeezing her toiletry items into a small mirrored cabinet.     ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 13:37:00 GMT