My erstwhile colleague Gyppo Byard writes about a pun-laden conversation with his daughter on the subject of Beatles song titles."Ticket to Ryde", indeed.
I find the world is full of two groups of people. You either think that puns make the world go round; or you belong to a second, more violent group who think that people who pun ought to have their faces stoved in which a shovel.
I'm not sure if I 'dig' these people. Eh? EH?
Sadly, driven by switching from decaffeinated to 200% SUPER CAFFEINE Drive-you-up-the-wall brand coffee, and the Fab Four punnery of my excellent workmate, I came up with the following dreadful, dreadful pun for which I am not sorry at all.
You see, I'm a big fan of that song on "Revolver" about a trip down to the underworld on the back of an insect trying to cover up embarrassing hair loss
"Hell on a wigged bee"
Or: On the dangers of using sheets of iron to decorate your house
"I am the wall rust"
Group 1 people: Full list of Beatles songs HERE
Group 2 people: Go steady with the shovels. I'm too pretty to die.
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