The Malady Lingers On
and Other Great Groaners
Arrow, London, 1982
The blurb on the back:
When my laundry business was washed up I didn't take a powder even though I had no money to tide me over. Surfice it to say, it was a case of ariel today and gone tomorrow, I persillony vouch for that...
You like puns? No? Well, this is a waste of time for you then.
You may think you're a fan of Les Dawson, as we all are, but trust me this one just doesn't work. In fact it's all pretty much downhill from the opening gag ('I wouldn't say that my wife is fat, but she's got a fat butt'). Thereafter what you get is a series of tortuous and torturous little tales that lead to a supposed punch-line such as: 'A bleach of the priest' or 'When you hawk through a swarm, hold your hides up high, and drones be afraid of the dirk'. Like those irritating stories that Frank Muir and Denis Nordern used to do on My Word, you know?
Oh, you don't know. Well, here's a brief example on the theme of Hughie Green:
As Q would have said in the old days, both boom and indeed boom. Bonus points for the photo on the cover, though.
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
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