Chic Murray
and his Jokes
(Scottish Humour)
Chic Murray, the famous Scottish
actor and comedian, is the subject of this page, which has been dedicated
to him. Scottish humour is appreciated throughout the World
but Chic's humour is both unique and incredibly funny. It's very
difficult to do it justice in print but here goes anyway ...
(If you know any others please email them to me).
 Visiting London, Chic was asked by a stranger, "Do you know the Battersea
dog's home?". He replied, "I didn't even know it was away."
When
staying at a Rothesay hotel, there were the usual toast and marmalade
(in little round pots) on the breakfast table in the morning. When
the landlady came into the room, Chic lifted a tiny pot of honey
and said "I
see you keep a bee!"
It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have
to paint it.
My
mother was so house proud that when my father got up to sleepwalk
she had the bed made by the time he got back. My
father was from Aberdeen, and a more generous man you couldn't
wish to meet. I have a gold watch that belonged to him. He sold
it to me on his deathbed. I wrote him a cheque for it, post dated
of course.
I made a stupid mistake last week. Come to think
of it, did you ever hear of someone making a clever mistake?
So I gave him a wave. Actually, it was more of a
half wave, because I only half know him.
What use is happiness? It can't buy you money.
I met this cowboy with a brown paper hat, paper
waistcoat and paper trousers. He was wanted for rustling.
If something's neither here nor there, where the
hell is it?
My father was a simple man. My mother was a simple
woman. You see the result standing in front of you, a simpleton.
I had a tragic childhood. My parents never understood
me. They were Japanese.
I won't say I was slow developer, but our teacher
was quite pleased to have someone her own age in the class to talk
to.
If it weren't for marriage, husband and wives would
have to fight with strangers.
After I told my wife that black underwear turned
me on, she didn't wash my Y-fronts for a month.
Kippers- fish that like a lot of sleep.
The boat was so old; it must have been launched
when Long John Silver had two legs and an egg on his shoulder.
It was a pretty posh place. They were so used to
fur coats that two bears strolled in and ordered lunch and nobody
even noticed.
I felt as out of place as a left-handed violinist
in a crowded string section.
Get into yourself to get yourself out of your self.
Then try to lose yourself.
I drew a gun. He drew a gun. I drew another gun.
Soon we were surrounded by lovely drawings of guns.
We've got stained glass windows in our house. It's
those damned pigeons.
You know what they say about stamp collecting. Philately
will get you nowhere.
There's a new slimming course just out where they
remove all your bones. Not only do you weigh less, but you also
look so much more relaxed.
The police stopped me when I was out in my car.
They told me it was a spot check. I admitted to two pimples and
a boil.
I first met my wife in the tunnel of love. She was
digging it at the time.
I dreamt I was forced to eat 25lbs of marshmallows.
When I woke up, my pillow was missing.
My girlfriend's a redhead, no hair, just a red head.
I admit to spending a fortune on women, booze and
gambling. The rest I spend foolishly.
A neighbour put his budgerigar in the mincing machine
and invented shredded tweet.
My parents were wonderful, always there with a ready
compromise. My sister wanted a cat for a pet I wanted a dog, so
they bought a cat and taught it to bark.
I got up this morning. I like to get up in the morning;
it gives me the rest of the day to myself.
I crossed the landing
and went down stairs. Mind you, if there had been no stairs,
I wouldn't even have attempted it.
We were so poor; the ultimate luxury in our house
at the time was ashtrays without advertisements. It was all the
wolf could do to keep us away from his door. A luxury meal was
prairie sandwiches- two slices of bread with wide-open spaces between
them. There were so many holes in my socks I could put them on
seventeen different ways.
She had been married so often she bought a drip-dry
wedding dress.
My mother was so house proud that when my father
got up to sleepwalk she had the bed made by the time he got back.
This friend of mine had a terrible upbringing. When
his mother lifted him up to feed him, his father rented the pram
out. Then when they came into money later, his mother hired a woman
to push the pram - and he's been pushed for money ever since.
I went to the butchers to buy
a leg of lamb. "Is
it Scotch?", I asked. "Why?" the butcher said in
reply. Are you going to talk to it or eat it?". "In that
case, have you got any wild duck?". "No", he responded, "but
I've got one I could aggravate for you".
I rang the bell of this small
bed-and breakfast place, whereupon a lady appeared at an outside
window. "What
do you want?", she asked. "I want to stay here",
I replied. "Well, stay there then", she said and closed
the window.
A Scot is a man who keeps the Sabbath, and everything
else he can lay his hands on.
I
was walking along the road. I knew I was walking because one foot
was following the other. A car drew up beside me and stopped. The
driver opened the door and asked me if he could give me a lift.
I replied that I didn't need a lift as I lived in a bungalow.
I
was out walking the other evening. This fellow accosted me, and
asked if that was the moon up there in the sky. I replied that
I had no idea as I was a stranger there myself.
My
wife went to a beauty parlour and got a mud pack. For two days
she looked nice, then the mud fell off. She's a classy girl though,
at least all her tattoos are spelt right.
I knocked and the woman opened the door in her
night dress. I thought to myself at the time what a strange place to have a door.
My
next door neighbour said "Is it O.K. if
I use your lawnmower?" I replied, "Certainly, just don't
take it out of my garden!"
Chic Murray 1919 - 1985
If anyone has any Chic Murray stories
to add to this collection please
email them
to me.
This one was submitted by Prof. David Purdie from Edinburgh.
"He was just as funny in personal and family life as he was on the stage;
Scene ; Chic and Maidie at Edinburgh airport , next in line to check in , festooned with luggage – en route to, let’s say, Lanzarote.
Maidie; You’re very quiet, Chic –everything all right?
Chic; Och, I’m just wishing we had our piano here…
Maidie; The piano?? Why on earth would we want the piano at an airport?
Chic; because our flight tickets – and the passports – are on it.
I was walking along the banks of the Clyde opposite Dumbarton with my mate who said, "If you look across the river you can see Dumbarton Rock". I stared at it for fully ten minutes and never saw it move.
I got on a bus and went upstairs. The conductor came along asking for my fare. I said, "A single to the west end". He said, "We don't go to the west end". I said, You've got west end on the front of the bus". He said, "We've got Persil on the back of the bus but we don't take in washing".
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