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My wife – otherwise known as Mrs D, or sometimes Ms H when she’s cross with me, occasionally feeds back on my blog posts. She’s a technical writer and has a laser eye for typos and other inadvertent gotchas. She also lets me know when she has no interest in my posts. These are usually the ones focused on sales and marketing, so pretty well all of them.

This blog post is about how to recover from a mistake and I’m going to cite an example from one of her current addictions, which will hopefully induce her to get to the end of it.

When you’ve made a booboo, the best way to recover is to come clean, and if you can be self-deprecating and humorous too, then all the better. When a worthy third party also benefits from your recovery, then it’s a slam dunk.

Take the recent much-publicised gaffe in a promotional shot on the Instagram account of Downton Abbey.  The BBC gleefully reported on the ‘water-bottle-gate’ affair which affected its commercial broadcasting rival. These things happen and the word gets out very quickly and virally thanks to the times we live in.

What better response than to publish a self-mocking response, together with a link to the charity WaterAid UK who work to provide safe water to those that need it.

Nicely done eh, Mrs D?

 

 

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Have you ever said something which was accidentally funny? Or made a joke intended to be interpreted one way and someone laughs at a completely different side to it?

I’m sure there are lots of great definitions of humour, but for me it’s simply drawing attention to the difference between an imagined situation and the real situation.

That difference providing the basis for the humour often seems to originate by mistake.  Something you mispronounced, or was mis-heard, or mis-understood. When two or more more comedy writers bounce ideas off each other as part of the creative and collaborative process, I wonder how much of the really good stuff originates by accident and then gets polished.

In the European Football – or Soccer to our North American and Irish friends – Championships of 2012, Group C which featured Spain, Ireland and Italy was called the Group of Debt, a witty variant on the term Group of Death. I’d like to think this elegant play on words originated in Ireland where sometimes ‘debt’ and ‘death’ sound indistinguishable, but apparently it had been coined the year before by a Brit.

My mistake :-).

I was visiting my uncle the other day.  He’s about 143 and frail but his mind is razor sharp and he has locked away about a thousand jokes that he draws from regularly. Here are two of them.

Number 1

Patient: Doctor, give me the bad news then the good news.

Doctor: There’s only bad news and worse news.

Patient: OK, I’ll take the bad news then the worse news.

Doctor: The bad news is you’ve 24 hours to live.  The worse news is I forgot to tell you yesterday…

Number 2

Friend 1: See these yellow pills? I’ve got to take 1 a day for the rest of my life.

Friend 2: That’s not so bad, is it?

Friend 1: They’ve only given me 3…

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A little humour to start the year. Heard today. You couldn’t make it up.

Two ladies of ‘a certain age’ were talking. A small amount of drink had been consumed.

Lady 1: You remember uncle Dennis, he died 40 years ago, choked on a piece of steak.

Lady 2: Why didn’t uncle Michael give him the Heineken manoeuvre?

🙂

Happy New Year.