..."Jump Leads"....?
..sounds like an exciting alternative to messing about trying to start the car......
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Cheers Doug...!
Paul.
LOL
This reminds of a young lady at work (whom I don't mind admitting I had a soft spot for at the time).Anyways, one night after work she was having problems starting her car (an old Mini) so old Muggins offered to have a look at if for her. I always was a sucker for a pretty face. ::)
After about 15 minutes of quietly cursing myself for being an idiot I still couldn't figure it out. It was getting colder & darker by the minute. In despair I said. "Try it now" but still no go.The battery was healthy & churning the old starter motor over like a good'un. Trying to be helpful she got out of the car & said: "I have some jump leads if that's any use". My reply is unrepeatable here.
There's a name for this. It escapes me now. One of the old music hall comics made a career out of it. Her name escapes me too but Fozzer might remember. It's late & I'm tired.
Another girl in the sales office at work was the protoype dumb blonde. Stunningly beautiful but nothing between the ears. Thick as the proverbial two short planks. We used to call her Dotty Dulcie. One day a customer quite innocently enquired about a Janitrol heater. Dotty told him to hold on & asked in a loud voice: "Do we sell genital heaters?" I don't think she ever figured out why everyone in the office fell off their chairs in hysterics.
On another occasion our Dotty blushed red as a beetroot & abruptly told a customer she thought he had the wrong number before slamming the phone down. It turned out that he had asked for a vibrator. This was the ignition unit used on the aforesaid Janitrol heaters. Good job the customer had a sense of humour. LOL
Doug, do you mean a name for someone who gets things back to front kind of thing.
My wife is a classic. We had a dinner party last Saturday and she told our friends she is always bending over forwards for me. I tell you, I did not know what to say. She says it so flippin inocently. I have to admit that when we go out I shrink when she starts gabbling on
Yes Tony. Just like that.
I remembered the name I was trying to think of. They call them Spoonerisms. My dear departed mother-in-law (bless her heart) was an expert Spoonerist.
I thought they were malapropisms. Either way, they're usually funny. I found a book of them once and one of the best lines in it was "the high point in Eugine Levys career was when he won the Pullet Surprise." (Pulitzer prize.)
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