One of my favourite jokes – as good now as it was between the wars, though the picture has grown less subtle by the 1970s.
I overdid it a bit yesterday and suffered as a result. I was loading comic postcards all day, as I have been for several days, which meant I had to do a lot of work with the mouse wheel and with moving my arms up and down. This made my swollen knuckle very sore and brought on the pains in my forearms again. In the evening I rested and applied a hot water bottle.
This is always the problem with recovery. It can be a delicate thing.
As I say, subject matter was less sophisticated in those days.
Today was busy in parts, which allowed me to break up the listing of postcards. I used to find them amusing when I was younger. I still do find some amusing, but many of them are just dated and one or two are truly cringeworthy. To make it worse, as we go through them, many are repeated, and a bad joke does not improve with age or repetition.
It’s a bit like chocolates when you work in a chocolate factory. You are allowed to eat as many as you like when you work there, because they know you will soon get fed up and leave them alone. I had the same with eggs. We were given free eggs every week, but I often didn’t take them, and hardly ever used them in recognisable form. I probably used to eat no more than half a dozen eggs a year unless they were in baking. Now that I don’t see thousands of eggs every day, I am happy to have them scrambled, fried or in sandwiches several times a week.
Another one from the mists of time. The clothing of the “little squirt” is still 1930s but the salesman has been updated to the 1970s.
I doubt that I’ll ever find seaside postcards as funny as I did when I was younger though – I’ve moved on since then, and though some are still funny, the majority are not as good as I recall, and one or two, as I say, are terrible. However, that’s the subject of an essay on social history, not a blog.
There may be some who like the old style humour but there will always be knockers who don’t approve.
In a language of great richness there will always be potential for double meanings, and while I may be more mature than I was, I am still not fully resistant to the opportunities provided. 🙂
Nor me.
🙂
The good old days weren’t the good old days for everyone. Yes, things have changed a lot over the decades. 🙂
Indeed. I have an idea for a new post on that. :_)
Is there a book in that Social History idea?
I imagine there is. If I were younger and keener I would also try for a TV series. 🙂
Very nice me I’ve got to get a few more canned vegetables in my pantry
Yes, I’ve ordered canned sweetcorn this week. More convenient than frozen. Fibre seems more important now than it used to be . . .
Oh, my! Most humor doesn’t age well, does it? Still, it does tell you something about the times.
These are the better ones. 😉 Yes, they do show a different picture of the 1970s than the one I remember.