14 Jan 2020

And Then, Back We Go Again...

I would Like to thank A K Haart twice today; once for the fascinating post regarding Geronimo and secondly for causing my grey matter to cast itself back some ten years to when I posted an old joke and thus giving me the excuse to post it again...

   A Scouser was touring the USA on holiday and stopped in at a remote bar in the hills of Nevada. He was chatting to the bartender when he spied an old Indian sitting in the corner. He had tribal gear on and long white plaits round a wrinkled old face.
"What’s with the old Indian over there then?" asked the Scouser.
"That's the old Memory Man." replied the bartender. "He knows everything. He can remember any fact. Why don’t you try him out?"

   The Scouser goes over, and thinking he won't know anything about English football, and asks, "Who won the 1965 FA Cup Final then?"
"Liverpool." replies the Memory Man in a blink.
"Who did they beat?"
"Leeds," was the reply.
"And the score?"
"Who scored the winning goal?"
"Ian St. John." Was the old man's reply.
The Scouser was blown away by this and, on returning home to Liddypool, told everyone about the amazing Memory Man.
years later the Scouser went back to the USA and while he was there thought he would try to find the impressive Memory Man again. Eventually he found the bar and, lo and behold, sitting in the same seat was the Indian, older and yet more wrinkled.
Because he had been so impressed by the old man, and as a sign of respect, the Scouser decided to greet him in the traditional Indian manner so he approached him, arm raised, palm forward and called out, "How."
The old Indian looked up and said, "Diving header in the six yard box."

Seeing as it’s Veganuary, here’s the same quote to conclude:

Quote; Andy Rooney.

“Vegetarian; an old Indian word meaning 'lousy hunter'.”


A K Haart said...

Thanks for the link - it's strange how casting the old grey matter back ten years or so isn't too difficult, but I find 24 hours can be a real challenge.

Mac said...

A. K. Haart,
My pleasure.
I was upstairs the other day and the memory of a particularly scary, stormy rig tow came back to me in minute detail. I had to put that memory on hold while I tried to remember why I’d come upstairs.