This is my 1ooth post on this blog. Bit of an anti-climax then. Nevermind, here's a joke wot I wrote. Ahem.

"Who cuts the hair in the vegetable family?"

"The Pa snips."

Thanks.


Showing my age there, obviously. I come from a world where your hair was cut by a family member or "your mum's friend". Today's children, with their pogs and rubik's snakes, would have no concept of being stripped to the waist over the kitchen sink while your "Auntie" Pauline cut chunks out of your scalp while smoking, drinking coffee and chatting to your mum over her shoulder. To this day I shudder on being offered a coffee at the hairdresser's. I'm sure the mirror is there to reassure you that your mum isn't sat behind you advising the barber to "even it out over the ears".