Dave drowned

Tired after a busy day and ahead of what promises to be a wild night in Cape Town as a gusty cold front rolls in to the peninsula.

So here’s my favourite Gary Delaney joke, which I heard again today:

Dave drowned, so at his funeral, we got him a wreath in the shape of a lifebelt.
Well…
…it’s what he would have wanted.

Lovely.

Day 698 – Poor Graham

Non-stop stuff today: 16,500 steps already and it’s “only” 5:30pm.

So before I head home and light the first fire in the new braai (not to cook on – more of a cleansing thing to get rid of the volatile nasties that might be hanging around in the internal paintwork), let me chuck this Facebook exchange up onto the blog.
Gary Delaney is the comedian involved, but Janice is the really funny one here.

Ooof.

RIP Graham.