I know there are often Friday funnies, but with both Neil's (Or is it ian's 
) bad luck and now poor Andy's troubles, I though maybe we should have a Monday funny.
It's an old one, cos they're often the best and in case people can't read the genuine attachment, I've typed it out below.
Anyway, bad luck Neil and Andy - if it doesn't sound a bit overdramatic, my thoughts are with you, especially as there but for the grace of God .....:shock:
Well, bact to the funny:
One of themany benefits in the Uk of the freedom of information act is that little gems from a bygone age sometimes emerge to remind of us of opposite things. In this case, the lost past of empire,itspompousness and sense of superiority. On the other hand, it alsoreminds us of the eternal British sense of humour. Attached is a genuine letter from the British Ambassadorin Soviet Russia in 1943 to his dear friend Reggie, The Lord Pembroke at the Foreign Office.
I can just see bowler hats, pin-sriped suits and a wee glint in the old boys' eyes.......Enjoy !
H.M.EMBASSY
MOSCOW
Lord Pembroke
The Foreign Office
LONDON6th April 1943
My Dear Reggie
In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light that spill from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow, and I do not want to be mean and selfish about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.
We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when Spring is upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that.
Sir Archibald Clerk Kerr
H.M. Ambassador
) bad luck and now poor Andy's troubles, I though maybe we should have a Monday funny.It's an old one, cos they're often the best and in case people can't read the genuine attachment, I've typed it out below.
Anyway, bad luck Neil and Andy - if it doesn't sound a bit overdramatic, my thoughts are with you, especially as there but for the grace of God .....:shock:
Well, bact to the funny:
One of themany benefits in the Uk of the freedom of information act is that little gems from a bygone age sometimes emerge to remind of us of opposite things. In this case, the lost past of empire,itspompousness and sense of superiority. On the other hand, it alsoreminds us of the eternal British sense of humour. Attached is a genuine letter from the British Ambassadorin Soviet Russia in 1943 to his dear friend Reggie, The Lord Pembroke at the Foreign Office.
I can just see bowler hats, pin-sriped suits and a wee glint in the old boys' eyes.......Enjoy !
H.M.EMBASSY
MOSCOW
Lord Pembroke
The Foreign Office
LONDON6th April 1943
My Dear Reggie
In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light that spill from Heaven. My days are probably darker than yours, and I need, my God I do, all the light I can get. But I am a decent fellow, and I do not want to be mean and selfish about what little brightness is shed upon me from time to time. So I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.
We all feel like that, Reggie, now and then, especially when Spring is upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards. It takes a Turk to do that.
Sir Archibald Clerk Kerr
H.M. Ambassador
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