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Thursday, March 25, 2010

There's a lot to be said at our age for a plain matt finish

I'm talking to Lippy when a customer pokes her head through the doorway.

"Are they in yet?" she shouts.

"No, love!" shouts back Lippy.

"I'm 79!" shouts the lady.

"You're looking good on it," shouts back Lippy.

I'm baffled.

"Do you know," says Lippy, "I've known Mrs. Uttercliffe for fifteen years and all that time she's been 79. According to her date of birth she's 72. Bless her."

4 comments:

Jimmy Bastard said...

I've been stuck masel on 69 for ages, but that's a mouthful for perhaps another time.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Perhaps that's her bust measurement (in centimeters) and she mistook the place for a branch of Dorothy Perkins.

Pat said...

#We tend to lose count after a while.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Jimmy: ah, you scamp!

Gadjo: you've met Lippy then?

Pat: (-: