I think I must be channelling the spirit of Ronnie Corbett: I keep wanting to make corny jokes. Incidentally I was very touched by the image of four large candles standing solemnly on the altar at his funeral last year:
RC was much loved, perhaps more so than Barker of that ilk who, though more talented, could be a tad pompous. It was crystal clear to anyone watching Ronnie C in the BBC armchair in his trademark sweater and lacking only a cup of cocoa to resemble a parent going to bed (my parents drank Bournvita which I found disgusting, though I used it once mixed with water to paint my face) that he did not take himself remotely seriously.
But I digress – which, now that I think about it, is further proof that I am channelling the little Ron, since his whole routine was nothing more than a long digression followed by a short punchline. Lots of foreplay, you might say. Anyway, somebody on Facebook suggested that I should tap Siri on my i-phone and say ‘I see a little silhouetto of a man’. I didn’t even know who or what Siri was (I guess it’s a sort of speaking Google) but I did so and it spoke the lyrics of Bo Rap, as Queen fans call it, in a gravelly electronic voice. Which was amusing. And which brings me to today’s joke:
What did John McEnroe say to Harry Potter’s grandfather?
You cannot be Sirius!