RIKS! RAKS! POKS!
I’d like to thank Karen for helping me to arrive at this idea.
And Wikipedia for help with the Finnish translation.
Well, there you go. I expect regular readers would have guessed the pun before even reaching the end of panel one.
This is exciting, because it turns out that the Newt Rhino is extremely abundant, possibly the most abundant animal there is. However, they are elusive and scientists can’t even agree about their mass yet.
I’m hoping to find out even more at a University of Oxford seminar next week by Dr. Antonin Vacheret. The title is “Neutrino, the invisible messenger” – I wonder if they’ve spotted their spelling mistake.
Any imagined resemblance to any manager half-alive or un-dead is purely co-incidental.
BTW this joke probably doesn’t cross the Atlantic so well.
Puns are like ear-worms. Once they’re in the brain the only way to get rid of them is to tell everyone else. Thanks for listening!
Does anyone ever spare a thought for Mozart’s housekeeper?
EDIT: I notice there has been some confusion over this awful pun. This link should help.
Yesterday we had lunch at the Ashmolean terrace restaurant with David Attenborough*. I can report that they did have the Wild Mushroom Risotto, and delicious it was too – as well it ought to be for the prices they charge.
*Sir David kindly sat at the opposite end of the restaurant to us, to protect our anonymity.
Nobody, I repeat, Nobody is to make any jokes at all, however slight, relating to the hippo-cratic oath.
This drawing was inspired by a trip to Whipsnade zoo. We saw the baby pygmy hippo, small (for a hippo) pink and wet, but this hippopotamus is of the “common” kind.
My sister’s a hypnotherapist, and so I’m giving the original to her. By the time you read this I’ll know whether she likes it or not, and we should know whether this post is a posthumous ‘potamus.
EDIT: Today I looked up “hippotherapy” on Wikipedia. And there really is such a thing.
Or as Michael Flanders had it:
June just rains and never stops:
Thirty days and spoils the crops.
Not much to say here except that we watched the strangely poignant yet amusing film “We Have A Pope” the other day. Exactly one pope seems to be the preferred number.