I was guest speaker this morning at “Breakfast for Blokes”. This is a Christian men’s group that meets monthly for prayer and fellowship.
I was honoured to be invited and used the opportunity to give some personal views on the media’s role in society and more particularly the role of newspapers in country communities.
I finished with this joke, which like nearly all jokes was adapted from elsewhere:
There were three men: an editor, a photographer, and a journalist, walking down a street when they discover a lamp. As they rub the lamp a genie appears and offers to grant them each a wish:
The photographer went first. “I would like to spend the rest of my life living in a huge house in Margaret River with no money worries.” The genie granted his wish and sent him off to Margaret River.
The journalist went next. “I would like to spend the rest of my life living on a huge yacht cruising the Great Barrier Reef with no money worries.” The genie granted his wish and sent him off to the Whitsundays.
Last, but not least, it was the editor’s turn. “And what would your wish be?” asked the genie.
The editor replied: “I want them both back after lunch. The deadline for tomorrow’s paper is in three hours.”