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A Brit walks into a pub and sees his buddy downing a pint by himself. He walks over and sees that the man is really down in the dumps.

He says "What's the matter, mate? You look really sad."

"I buried my wife today."

"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Yes. Had to. Dead, you know."

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A Brit invites his American cousin to a fox hunt in England. The The American gets outfitted with a red jacket, black hat, boots and all the trimmings in preparation for the hunt, and is exhaustively briefed on proper etiquette.

The American reveals that he is really anxious to do things properly, and asks for a critique from his cousin after the hunt.

Well, the hunt ensued, and the two of them met at the paddock following the event.

"Well, how did I do?" asked the American.

"Old fellow, you did reasonably well. However, there is one little detail I should discuss with you."

"OK, what's that?"

"You should know, mate, that when one spots the fox, It is customary to proclaim 'Tally ho the fox!', not yell 'There goes the little son of a *****!' at the top of your lungs!"

:D:D

John
 
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I really enjoyed “Dave Allen at Large”. I was at a tough time in my life (but still employed) and I would set my alarm for 0200 hrs. so I could watch it on TV (in those pre-VCR days). I love British humour.
 
I frequented, in the late '70s and late '80s, what was then the one and only British pub in Tokyo. As an American, I was a minority, although there were a few other American regulars. The publican was, as publicans ought to be, quite a character.

A lot, perhaps most — yeah, most — of his humor, his banter, involved, at least from an American perspective, insulting his customers. Jerry insulted everyone, all the time. Constantly.

While I was initially taken aback, and prepared to take offense at being singled out, I soon realized it was just humor. I learned to give as well as I was getting. (Well, that's an overstatement. Jerry was really good at it! But I could keep up, pretty much, with my fellow boozers.)

It's a good form of humor, of bonhomie, this British round robin insulting, when young men and alcohol are mixing freely (especially in the company of young women). Nobody takes whatever anyone else is saying very seriously, and peace is generally maintained.

I also like the custom of buying rounds, in turns, for one's fellows.

Good times.
 
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"A wink's as good as a nudge to a blind bat, eh?"

Parts of that skit remind me - in the best way - of a comment from a wonderful BBC panel radio show called "I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue" where one of the panellists said of some situation, "It was so cringeworthy, I thought my sphincter was going to swallow itself."
 
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