There was a bit in the paper yesterday about joke shops. There are less of them these days, partly due to the internet but also apparently humour has changed. I think that's a shame - they were quite a big part of my life until really quite recently.
I remember the fun that could be had with a 'dirty fido' plaster poo, strategically positioned. Best places were serious shiny floors like banks. I put one in my younger brothers bed and he had a complete fit. Might be responsible for some ope his later mental health issues on reflection.
Exhaust whistles. Absolutely ace idea. So good I think I might see if I can get one again.
Whoopee cushions were always amusing I thought. Particularly with grandparents. The dog used to rush over and start sniffing which added to the hilarity.
Stink bombs though - were something that could really get one into trouble. I still get a chill thinking about assembly and having to own up.
Next year I am going to buy jokes for all the family instead of proper presents. Something to look forward to.
