Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Idler, Thursday, November 27, 2014

Rules is rules

A FELLOW set out to rob a downtown Bank of America. He 

walked into a branch and wrote a note reading: "Put all your muny 

in this bag". Then he queued for a teller.

But while standing there he began to worry that somebody might 

have seen him writing the note. He left the queue, walked outside 

and crossed the street to Wells Fargo Bank, where he again joined 

a queue.

When he reached the teller and handed her the stick-up note, she 

surmised from his spelling that he was not the brightest light in 

the harbour. She told him she couldn't accept the note because it 

was written on a Bank of America deposit slip. He would have to 

either rewrite it on a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of 

America.

At which he resignedly said "Okay" and went back to Bank of 

America, where he was arrested a few minutes later, standing 

patiently in the queue.

The judge will no doubt take into account his strict adherence to 

rules and regulations.

The dots

ESKOM is in free-fall. It seems we don't have a postal service any 

more.

And now it also seems the security fence erected for millions at 

taxpayers' expense at JZ's Nkandla private residence is falling 

down and full of gaps.

Do we join the dots?

Reprieve

KEITH Thiele, of Mbango Valley, on the South Coast, was taken 

by last week's report on Benjy the Irish bull who was headed for 

the butcher's block for being gay – he had failed to do his duty 

toward the cows of the herd – but was reprieved at the last minute 

by a public subscription that had him sent to an animal sanctuary 

instead.

"Congrats to Benjy. However, I feel he should now change his 

name to 'Clark Gaybull.' Whadya think?"

An excellent idea. From the picture of Benjy that I saw, he has the 

same sauve, distinguished yet inscrutable mien.

Getting there

A TIME fix on John Joseph Murphy who was lighthouse keeper 

at Cape St Lucia for 30 years and whose great-grandson, Mick 

Murphy, is out here on holiday looking for information on him, plus 

to link up with any descendants.

William Davidson, of Mtubatuba, says his father recalls a Mr 

Coward being lighthouse keeper at Cape St Lucia from about the 

1950s, so if John Joseph Murphy was there for 30 years it must 

have been from the 1920s, which is about when the lighthouse 

was built.

John Joseph had four daughters and a son – also John Joseph – 

who returned to England and was Mick's grandfather.

Four daughters – the offspring won't be called Murphy but they 

must surely be around somewhere.

Romance

OVERHEARD in the Street Shelter for the Over-Forties: "Women 

need to stop looking for guys to sweep them off their feet. 

Sweeping is their job."

Life at sea

EXTRACTS from the log of USS. Constitution ("Old Ironsides"), 

a vessel that sailed from Boston on July 27, 1798, to "destroy and 

harass English shipping".

On board: 475 officers and men; 48 600 gallons fresh water; 7 400 

balls cannon shot; 11 600lb black powder; 79 400 gallons rum.

October 6 – makes Jamaica, takes on 826lb flour and 68 300 

gallons rum. 

November 12 – arrives at Azores; provisions 550lb beef and 64 

300 gallons Portuguese wine.

November 18 – sails for England. 

In ensuing days defeats five British men-of-war, captures and 

scuttles 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard 

each.

January 26 - powder and shot exhausted; makes unarmed night 

raid up the Firth of Clyde,Scotland; landing party captures a whisky 

distillery and transfers 40 000 gallons single malt Scotch on board. 

February 20 – arrives home in Boston with no cannon shot, no 

food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whisky and 38 600 gallons of 

water.

This is very curious provisioning. Why all that water?

Tailpiece

"YOU think about nothing but golf. You don't even remember when we were 

married." 

"Of course I do, my dear, it was the day I sank that forty-foot putt." 

Last word

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a 

torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is 

inborn in us. 

Paul Valery

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