What’s the Time?

This small story comes courtesy of my daughter Alice:-


Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple  of friends late one night, A drunk Kiwi led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass  gong hanging on the wall.

‘What’s that big brass gong for?’ one of the friend’s asked.

‘Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking Australian clock’ he drunkenly replied.

‘A talking Australian clock – seriously?’

‘Yup.’ ‘Hmmm (hic).’

‘How’s it work?’ the second friend asked, squinting at it.

‘Just watch’ he said.

He picked up a hammer, gave the gong an ‘ear-shattering bash’ and  stepped back.

His three mates stood looking at one another for a moment in  astounded silence.

Suddenly, an Australian voice from the other side of the wall  screamed, ‘For f*#k’s sake, you stupid Kiwi pri*#. It’s ten past three in the  F**king morning!!!’


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