An englishman, Irishman and a Scotsman and a clown

I have noticed my first three posts have been somewhat cliche in nature. Wry observations about vinegar, spilling your dinner and late trains are more tired than an asthmatic clown trying to blow up balloons at a particularly well attended birthday party.

(A tired clown at a well attended Birthday Party, note the balloons on the wall. If you're wondering why he isn't wearing trousers, so am I)

So after noting this, here is a tired comic story for you. Hopefully this will make you weep tears of joy and self loathing into your keyboard.

I was stuck in the desert with Jock (a scotsman) and Clive (an Irishman) see? Its one of those, bare with me.

The jeep had broken down so we were planning to set off on foot. Jock being something of a Bear Grylls/ Ray Mears/ Trevor MacDonald type decided to take a lot of water, food and some other bits of survival tat.

Clive (who was somewhat retarded, this had nothing to do with where he came from) decided to wrench the door from the jeep and carry that about. Neither of us were bothered with this act of wanton vandalism on what was a rented Jeep. Clive was always costing us deposits. Just to check I asked:

"Whats that for Clive?"

"Well" he said "If I get hot I can wind the window down"

How we laughed! But I was forced to reply:

"Well done Clive, however I've fixed the jeep now so lets crack on, Eh?"

( A poor reconstruction of Clive carrying a door)

Despite this minor setback we arrived in Cairo on time and reported that An Englishman, Irishman and a Scotsman had been out in the desert in a jeep. People laughed but we had become firm friends.

Anyway, enough of this nonsense. I hope you enjoyed the pictures I added to this post. Please feel free to enjoy a vicar on a motorcycle somewhere else on this page.