As the Hon Member for Italy Mid North East has said here, I'm also a bit sad to see him gone.
The dog food ads he did were actually very funny at the time, although his TV cook interludes went over my head, as all I ever cooked then was a tin of Scotch Broth with half a pound of mince from the butcher in Earls Court Road, and something vegetabley, like a cabbage stalk.
Even when he became an MP, he was immediately accepted as someone who was famous for having done something; having at least become a paid celebrity/wit/presenter before delving into the mirky filth of politics inhabited by many of the corrupt shower we have to pay these days. I always wondered why he did it as he was much better at selling things and making us amused.
Chefs like him were observed, only occasionally listened to, often copied, sometimes even cooked by, but they were there for the public who had grown up with fish and chips, boil-in-a-bag and no microwaves. And we liked him just as a bloke with a lugubrious face, and such a funny voice which my chum Mark would emulate at least eight times on our way to the Two Sawyers at Pett.
Celebrity...What!!! Noooh, Clement Freud was in there for all of us, and never the attention seeking sort of bloke we have to endure at peak times these days.
But when they showed the advert with the dog just now, I nearly grabbed a pencil to write down the recipe for beef, marinated overnight in garlic and red wine...
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Blimey, Clement Freud has died? Just a Minute won't be the same. RIP.
A commenter on Guido said:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/5169932/Did-Clement-Freud-tell-the-funniest-joke-ever-told.html
and make sure you read the comments too.
RIP
Ha ha ha Reevers!!!
It is incredibly funny that - keyboard cleaning bill too?
Pips - 'fraid so, but you're righ too...
Good day to all,
My favourite Clement Freud Joke went like this, if I might share it with you.
Man has a wife who is sick to the back teeth eith his heavy drinking; chap is a bit of a drunk you see. Well the chap's wife says to him, 'I'm sick to the back teeth' you see.
So he agrees and so for a week.... it goes past, and he hasn't had a drop, and by damn he's gagging for one, and his friend, I forget his name... Well he says "Lord you've vomited all over yourself... here's twenty quid" and he shows his wife, and she asks, 'Who shit in your pants?'
I think that gives you the jist... still makes me laugh to this day.
Nice dropping by... i do so love the... photo, very good.
Oh dear, why did I bother?
TPG: Cut and paste my link above to your browser for the proper version of this joke.
rvi
What an odd nomenclature? Are you an aide de camp, or some such?
However point taken, Clement did round out the characters and situation. Still terribly funny though.
Reevers and Greaters - Welcome!
There is a joke often told by Clement Freud, about a man who always gets too pissed and his wife tells him that the next time he does it, will be his last!
Ha ha ha ha ha !
And so he goes down to the pub, ha ha ha ha... , and is sick everywhere ha ha ha, and the rest is written in posts 2, 5, and 6 above!
Ha ha ha ha...
Are there any other jokes we can tell here please?
Well sir here is another jaw acher:-
An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar enjoying a drink after a hard day working away from home.
“You know,” said the Scotsman, “I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow there’s a wee bar called McManus’. The landlord there really knows how to look after the regulars. After you’ve bought 4 drinks, he will buy the 5th drink for you.”
“Reminds me of my old local, the Black Horse,” said the Englishman, “the guvnor there always gave me my third drink free.”
“That’s nothing,” said the Irishman. “Back home in Dublin there’s O’Malley’s Bar. As soon as you get through the door they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like. Then, when you’ve had plenty of drinks, they’ll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house.”
“Fantastic,” said the Englishman, “and this actually happen to you?”
“Not me, personally, no,” said the Irishman “but it did happen to my sister!”
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. So they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north.
After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
'I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained. 'I'm afraid the neighbours will talk if I let you stay in my house.'
'Don't worry,' Jack said. 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light.' The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.
Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, 'Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?'
'Yes, I do.' Said Bob.
'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'
'Well, um, yes!,' Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'
'And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?'
Bob's face turned beet red and he said,
'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did.' 'Why do you ask?'
'She just died and left me everything.'
TP: "rvi" is shorthand for resident village idiot, which I trust both clarifies the situation for you and goes some way to explaining what the French call idiotisms which occasionally appear here.
However, you will have to dredge way back in the annals of Scrobs (and/or Mr Idle) for the history.
Those adverts are still funny even now.
His hang dog expression was just the best ever. And even I could have eaten Minced Morsals after that.
Morning Reevers,
I've tried going back into my annals, hence the strained expression of pain on my face at this particular moment...
I do recall your earliest Village Idiot statements though, and will defend your story to the hilt!
You're right Elecs; they were funny...
Did you ever eat dog buiscuits then? They were interesting and worrying too (what on earth was a dog doing eating charcoal (the black ones...))!
RIP indeed, and few people were as multifaceted as he was, either.
He was Tuscs, and often very funny, with an infectious giggle...
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