Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Joke Tuesday.



After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame
Sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.

The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.

After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.

'You have no arms!'

'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe!'

And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.

But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.

As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, 'Bishop, who was this man?'

'I don't know his name,' the bishop sadly replied,

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WAIT ! WAIT ! There's more...

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his
heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the Bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.

The first man to approach him said, 'Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.'

The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless
man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.

Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy,
Rushed up the stairs to his side.

'What has happened? Who is this man?' the first monk asked breathlessly.

'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, 'but...'



sablonneuse said...

Gret laugh as usual (and I liked last weeks as well!)
Just popped in to wish you all you wish yourself for 2012. Love and higs xxxx

john.g. said...

Thanks, Sandy! xx

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Thank you so much, dear John....

A funny one---Joke Tuesday Is Alive And Well..!

john.g. said...

Thank-you, Naomi! Take care. x

Karmyn R said...

I had heard the first part before - but not the 2nd half. dead ringer - sigh.

hhaa - and my word verification is dyingsot

keith said...

GROAN. . . . . !

Now, where did I put my gun? No, I'm not going to shoot myself, but John looks like a very tempting target!

Z said...

Oh blimey, darling, I kept laughing. Slowly but surely, you're wearing me down.

john.g. said...

Z, thank-you dear! xx

Mr Farty said...

Bwahahaha! Happy New Year, John!

john.g. said...

And to you, Mr. F!

Mickle in NZ said...

Groan worthy yet brilliant. And so the 2012 Joke Tuesday begins .......

(care and huggles, Mickle xxx)

cogidubnus said...


Jayne said...

An absolute classic john and one that i am now going to copy to send to my dad, so that he may groan too!*!*!

Pat said...

You are too generous! The first one was aplenty:)