Okay, what’s going on here? I tell the world I’m having a few days off in Scotland – and suddenly you can’t move for stories from beyond Adrian’s Wall. That’s not poor spelling, by the way – I’m referring to the builder Adrian McSqoggle, who lives in Gretna. (That’s a fiver you owe me, Adrian.)
Following midges and Queen Victoria, and the deep-fried Mars bar that is really Scotland’s secret slimming aid, comes news of the low life expectancy in poor areas of Glasgow, and then the collapse of the Scots-owned airline Zoom.
So parochial am I that I’d never heard of Zoom before, but I was interested to note that it is owned by John and Hugh Boyle. Now if they are in any way related to Frankie Boyle, the Scottish comedian who has played such a major part in the success of Mock The Week, they will be cracking jokes right now about their hundreds of stranded passengers and the 700 employees whose futures are in doubt.
Frankie is without a doubt the cruellest comedian on the circuit at present – and one of the funniest. He cracks jokes where no other comedian dares to go. And after a little gasp I find myself laughing at his latest outrage. I suspect many people stop at the gasp.
More fool them. There should be no limits or censorship in comedy, as in any other art. Only the self-imposed ones. If Frankie dies, he perishes by his own sword.
Now, did I tell you the story of the Scotsman, the caber, and the KY Jelly salesman...?
No? Tell you what, I’ll just check it out next week, make sure I’ve got it right, and if it passes the Frankie Test ... hold on to your breeks.
See you in a few days.
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