The anatomy lesson

HUZZAH! The festive holiday break is almost upon us.

Though the Diary continues to drag our readers back through the school gates and into the classroom…

Gwen Harvey, who teaches English in Glasgow’s south side, admits she was rather taken aback when one of her wise scholars thrust an inquisitive hand in the air, then said: “Miss, is it the French who eat snails’ legs?”

 

Appalling apparel

A DIARY mention of clothing that ultimately disappoints the customer reminds reader James Scott of a comment made by his dad regarding Bata shoes, which he said surely must be an acronym for Buy And Throw Away.

 

Flash (in the pan) dance

THE Diary recently discovered that one of the quirkiest Christmas presents available this year is a musical toilet mat with working keyboard. Now we’re wondering which songs could be played on it.

Willie Ferguson says: “All those people tootling tunes while sitting on the toilet will surely be getting very proficient at the feet stomping. Perhaps they could form a wee dance troupe. Pan’s People comes to mind.”

 

Digging the shindig

“OFFICE Christmas parties are the best,” enthuses convivial reader Alan Halll. “They’re a fantastic opportunity to catch up with people you haven’t seen for 20 minutes.”

 

Food for thought

A SCIENTIFICALLY-MINDED Diary reader recently shared the discombobulating news that Italian boffins now believe that lentils have the ability to communicate with each other.

But what are they discussing amongst themselves, the Diary is curious to know?

Do they have a passion for politics? Or perhaps they prefer to converse about sport and the arts?

Says reader Peter Robinson: “I bet they’re gossiping about how cruel vegans are, and saying to each other, ‘What’s wrong with those shmucks? Why can’t they just munch a cow and leave us the heck alone?”

 

Cruddy Crimbo

WE’VE been complaining that Glasgow’s Christmas market is an uninspiring affair, though it seems that there are worse offenders.

In Livingston three wooden stalls have magically appeared, selling stuff that is vaguely Christmassy. This festive flop isn’t proving particularly popular with locals.

On social media one resident of the town grumps: “No one here claims that we have a Xmas market. It’s a couple of overpriced stalls next to the bus station.”

Says another bemused local: “Did someone steal the rest of it?”

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Fuelish idea

ECONOMIC news. “I see that the Government is taking 1p off of petrol,” says reader Jenny Hannah. “But who’s going to buy a litre of etrol?”