Trommelommelom

Det er alltid beundringsverdig når mennesker tar mot til seg og innrømmer tabubelagte lengsler.

En venn av oss, som skal forbli anonym (men muligens må flytte til Ås), har innrømmet en lengsel etter å spille bodhrán i et irsk folkemusikkorkester.

I hvert fall hadde han det inntil han oppdaget en hel nettside kun viet bodhrán-vitser. Vår favoritt er denne:

Fellow walks into a pub in Belfast with a plastic bag under his arms. The bartender asks "What's that?" "Six pounds of semtex", he answers. "Thanks be to Jaysus; I thought it was a bodhrán!"

Denne er heller ikke så dum: What is the difference between a bodhrán player and a terrorist? Terrorists have sympathisers.

Ut på tur

Deerstalker er vendt tilbake fra Sardinia (meeeeeer grappa ...) og har tøvet litt rundt på nettet. Der fant han en gammel sherlockiansk vittighet, denne gang på italiensk. Tilfeldig? Ganske sikkert, men her er den uansett på Sherlocks eget sprog:

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fall asleep.

Some hours later, Holmes wakes his faithful friend. 'Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.'

Watson replies, 'I see millions of stars.'

'What does that tell you?'

Watson ponders for a minute. 'Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?'

Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks. 'Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent.'