Iain Dale is speaking at a dinner and is asking for jokes again.  (It’s over a year since the last time he asked!) Here’ my current favourite that came in on e-mail, ooh, last night.

Council tax
Council tax re-valuers want to charge us more if we live in a nice area.
That ought to mean discounts for those of us who live in rough areas.

We have a huge council house in our street. The extended family is run by a grumpy old woman with a pack of fierce dogs.

Her car isn’t taxed or insured, and doesn’t even have a number plate, but the police still do not do anything.

Her bad tempered old man is famous for upsetting foreigners with racist comments.

A local  shopkeeper blames him for ordering the murder of his son’s girlfriend but nothing has been proved yet.

All their kids have broken marriages except the youngest, who everyone thought was gay.

Two grandsons are meant to be in the Army but are always seen out in nightclubs.

The family’s odd antics are always in the papers.

They are out of control.

Who’d want to live near Windsor Castle?