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The Words People Say

You don’t have to be funny to write funny, you just need to listen. In the queue at the supermarket, sitting on the bus, in the dentist’s waiting room; people all around you are coming out with wonderful comedy and they don’t even realise. Hear it, remember it, write it in your notebook and then use it. I’ve decided to turn my notebook into a blog.

THIS WEEK’S BLOG IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT

This week’s blog is different. Last week I posted the below on Facebook and the response was fantastic. People told me that they had received letters during their illness and how it made them feel. Many of the best letters were ones that never even mentioned their cancer. Just receiving the correspondence made them feel cared for. I want to start a campaign to get people writing letters to ill friends and family. I need ideas please on how to get some momentum going before

WE’RE SO LUCKY TO BE HERE

At last week’s London Duathlon, a mother and her twenty-something year old daughter queued up, along with hundreds of other excited competitors, to begin their race. “We’re so lucky to be here,” said the mother. “I know,” replied the daughter. “The places for the race went really quickly this year. Lots of my friends applied too late.” The mother opened her mouth to speak but the daughter carried on. “And it’s a lovely day out for us in Richmond Park. Me and my mum.” At this

EVERY BOOK HAS ITS PLACE

A woman and twelve(ish) year old boy were eating lunch in a greasy-spoon cafe. He was telling her about his summer and, in between mouthfuls of chips and beans, reeling off all the sports he had played. “Do you read, Tom?” she asked. He screwed up his face. “Not really,” he said. “If I’ve got some free time, I’d rather do sports.” “Is there any time when you’d read?” she pressed. “Only really on holiday,” he replied. “By the pool in the south of France or Italy. Then I’ll rea

DID YOU EAT SOMETHING ODD?

Two women, I think sisters, were standing in the queue at Boots, waiting to pay. One had a basket full of creams, shampoos etc. The other pointed to the box of laxatives in the basket. “I’ve got a bit of constipation today,” explained the basket-holder. “Did you eat something odd yesterday?” “No. But I did take my mother-in-law to a Gareth Malone concert last night.”