Doctors getting younger
THIS doctor in the white lab coat and surgical mask, with
stethoscope, looked very young as he wandered about the
obstetrics and gynaecology ward of St Mary's Medical Centre
in West Palm Beach, Florida.
But people had become accustomed to the youthful Dr
Robinson. It was only when a patient insisted this was a child
dressed as a doctor that the truth emerged.
Dr Robinson was indeed a teenager and still at school. He'd
been having them on for about a month.
It recalls an incident in one of the women's wards one
evening at Greys Hospital, Pietermaritzburg, many years
ago when two burly figures appeared in white coats, sporting
stethoscopes.
They insisted that the ladies remove their blouses . Only one or
two had obliged when a strong smell of beer was noted and nurses
started running around and calling for the night watchman.
I think it had something to do with a bet after a rugby match.
Disappointed
A READER who calls himself Paddy expresses disappointment
with the recent Tailpiece in which his namesake Paddy and Mick
have some trouble installing poles in competition with a team of
Poles.
"I was sure Paddy and Mick were going to come back complaining
that they could not install any Poles because the Poles objected
violently to being installed."
To be sure, dat would make an excellent Tailpiece, Paddy. Mebbe
at some later stage. We gotta mix de Oirish and de Polish humour.
Czechs and balances, y'know,
Sag factor
READER Maggie Taylor takes up on something overheard in the
Street Shelter for the Over-Forties: "In about 40 years we'll have
thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos ..."
"And the old men?" she asks.
To be sure, to be sure. The sag factor gets us all.
Spiky love
PORCUPINES are said to make love very carefully. But also most
persistently, it seems.
Zookeepers at Ramat Gan Safari Park, in Israel, report that Dorit,
a female porcupine is now being visited every night by a wild male
who courts her from the other side of the wire mesh for hours at a
time.
Dorit shares her enclosure with three eagle owls, which are all very
well but not the real thing when it comes to romance.
Will they allow this affair to be consummated? It seems the only
kind thing to do. Just as long as they're careful.
Hoax heaven
THE news columns had a piece recently about a book written by
one Alex Malarkey called The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven,
which turns out to be untrue.
"You would imagine anything written by someone called
Malarkey would be suspect, wouldn't you?" says David Tilling.
To be sure, begorrah! Ask any Irish-American.
More Churchill
LOCAL historian and writer Peter Quantrill weighs in with another
anecdote about Churchill. He was on a visit to America and was at
a buffet lunch where they were serving cold chicken.
"May I have some breast please?" he asked.
"Mr. Churchill," the hostess replied. "In this country we ask
for 'dark meat' or 'white meat'."
Next day the lady received a magnificent orchid from Churchill
with a card reading: "I would be obliged if you would pin this on
your white meat."
New app
DIGITAL technology now reaches into the realm of fantasy.
A new app lets you fake a relationship by giving you a virtual
partner who texts, leaves voicemail messages, and even
sends you romantic notes.
The Invisible Boyfriend/Invisible Girlfriend app allows you to choose your virtual
partner's name, age and picture, and the software will help you to come up with a
story about how you met.
It is being launched in the US. But it's not cheap - a virtual boyfriend will set you
back a flat monthly fee of $25 (R275). For that you get 100 texts, 10 voicemails,
and one handwritten note.
Who is sickest? Those who feel they need such a fantasy or those who devise
it?
Tailpiece
SHE pounces on him in the kitchen: "Make love to me now! Right
now!"
Afterwards he asks: "What was that all about?"
"The egg-timer's broken."
Last word
The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that
it is not utterly absurd; indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of
mankind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.
Bertrand Russell
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