An Englishman, Welshman and West Indian are in hospital...
...waiting for their wives to give birth. There is quite a bit of pacing up and down when the nurse comes out and happily announces that they are all fathers of bouncing baby boys.
"There's just one problem" she says. "Because they were all born at the same time we got the tags mixed up and we don't know which baby belongs to whom. Would you, as their fathers, mind coming to identify them?"
The men agree and walk into the delivery room and look at the babies. Immediately the Englishman stoops down and picks up the black baby.
"Yes, this is definitely my baby" he says confidently.
"Um, excuse me" says the West Indian "but I think it's fairly obvious that this is my son"
The Englishman pulls him aside and says, "I see where you're coming from mate but one of these babies is Welsh and I'm not prepared to take the risk."
Julian wrote...
Here is something for you to do. You now have time..just (Nov 2007 comes soon) to write the definitive feel good Welsh rugby novelette. Weekly instalments.
We know the ending in Paris, but that doesn;t spoil the . The plot will involve some of the following. The return of a disgraced coach at the last minute, poisoning of the team the night before the S African game, necessitating the call up of Gareth Edwards, the discovery of an totally unknown tennage sensation from a hippy commune in North wales who can kick goals from 80 yards, corruption and betrayal in the WRU, sexual intrigue and blackmail involving someone who once coached Wales, a homosexual scandal involving the semi-final referee, and the arch villain a fictional Englsih fly-half who everybody thinks is the perfect individual but is in fact an evil plotter who has to be exposed as such and only an obscure primmary school teacher in Cowbridge knows this , but nobody takes him seriously. Will he manage to do so before kick off.....
Posted by: Julian | June 26, 2007 5:58 PM