A cracking batch with many lines as funny as watching a Tanglefoot drinker trying not to follow through. I’d like to say you are all winners, but it’s not true.
With about 24 entries from 16 contributors, individual mentions would be longer and more tedious than handbag spam. So in time honoured tradition following a dance/sing off and ritual humiliation here are your best and worst bits;
Simonjmr takes the wooden spoon for trying to slip in one for the road only to realise Charlie and his hat had got a round in earlier. Simon also made the schoolboy error of referring to the Strangeways frothiness as real ale. However with a Godly push he redeemed himself well with the Bishop’s Finger he had been sitting on. Wee Mat must also get a mention as Pun King for quantity alone with Jetfab giving him a run for his money.
Button, ID, Sigmund, AReader, FlashHarry and NotAmused should also be mentioned, so they have been.
Slater’s Top Totty:
In equal 5th place: Malgor’s surreal ale found in the corner of his cellar and Dick’s McAlpine quip, both of which found fame on the front page.
In 3rd place is Squudge with Ms Hodge’s piss. At least one lovely line to make you nose-spit your beer.
In a close 2nd is Gerontius with his poppy appeal. Very funny, and probably racist, social stereotyping with “real ale” shoe horned in somewhere.
This week’s winner with a stunning, long-range, over-head, bicycle kick is Midfield Diamond. Sneaking in the concept of kids having been Fostered (which must be better than being XXXXed) was almost enough on its own but the punch line of misjudged CAMRA angle clinched it.
Over to you MD. You’re my bescht fwend you are. <burp>
