Drop-off point

WHAT now for Humza Yousaf?

His political future is strikingly similar to the trousers worn by a chubby chap who forgets to wear a belt.

Gravity has worked its magic, and everything is collapsing round the ankles.

It’s often remarked that all political careers end in failure. Though Humza’s severest critics claim he also had a large dollop of failure at the beginning and middle.

Thankfully there’s no chance of the Diary Editor being ejected from office.

Only because he hasn’t been near the office in years, preferring to execute his duties from a nearby pub.

Diary underlings march over to his place of work several times a day to hand-deliver copy to be scrutinised.

It’s later collected, covered in cigarette ash and beer stains, along with the occasional helpful comment scrawled in the margins, such as: “Urgent! More ciggies needed. Also bring Wotsits. I’m not paying for food in this pricey joint.”

Perhaps one day our editor will quit his taxing duties and become First Minister of Scotland.

He certainly has many of the talents required, such as industry, aptitude and excellent communication skills.

Until that day arrives, he continues to  provide readers with terrific tales, including the following classic yarns from our archives…

 

Suitable comeback

A TALE from the shipyards.

A cousin of a Diary reader was a boilermaker in Kvaerner shipyard in Govan.

One day he and his foreman were strolling across the yard when they were accosted by a large Norwegian manager, who said: “Can’t you walk any faster?”

“Look pal,” replied the foreman, “this is a biler suit am wearing, no a tracksuit.”

 

Cinematic solution

ANOTHER memory from Scotia’s industrial glory days.

A Johnstone reader, clearly a movie fan, went to a union meeting in the 1970s, where he asked a pal what he thought the outcome would be.

“It’ll be Quo Vadis as usual,” he replied.

Our reader inquired if he meant "status quo" rather than "quo vadis".

The pal explained that he meant exactly what he said, because the workers would be, “thrown to the lions again.”

 

Decade’s delay

A GLASGOW lawyer told us that a recidivist appearing at a Justice of the Peace Court for a drink-related crime was told by the exasperated JP that the accused had been appearing before him for the past 10 years.

The accused merely replied: “It’s not my fault you can’t get promoted.”

 

Road to ruin?

WE blame all those dodgy daytime television adverts, but a police officer swears to us he attended a road traffic accident where the driver was still in the vehicle.

“Are you seriously hurt?” the police officer inquired.

“How would I know,” the driver replied. “I’m not a lawyer.”

 

Space case

“NASA is launching a satellite to say sorry to the aliens,” claimed a reader. “They're calling it the Apollo G.”