Andy Capp by Reg Smythe for February 23, 2024

Failed.

mhm … and soon quarters.

Guess Andy couldn’t get into Flo’s purse tonight.

The halves and the halve nots.

Shabbat shalom, fellow Cappers.

Until you came in!

So Andy got his half pint. At least he paid Jack for it.

Andy doesn’t look half amused.

I will gladly pay for that burger next Tuesday- Wimpy

What does he do with all of his money besides the race rack?

That wasn’t what he wanted Jack.

I was going to say “You can’t blame him for trying,” but he’s probably tried it SO many times!

Just one half, and it has to last him the entire evening.

Jack’s wise to Andy’s cadgering. Now Andy desperately hopes some friendly chap (sucker) will buy him a pint,

Half empty or half full?

So if I have 2 friends named Ralf, are they Ralves?

A halves will never quench a powerful thirst like Andy’s.

This reminds me of a story:

A Brit that I used to know liked to tell this story about his father, John. John lived in a typical English village with several pubs, and in the traditional manner he liked to make the rounds in the evening to say hello to all his friends. One night as he finished his fourth pint he bid goodnight and told his friends he was off to the Red Hen for a nightcap.

As John was entering the Red Hen and what he expected to be his last stop, Charlie, the barkeep exclaimed, “John, I was afraid you weren’t coming in tonight. Michael at Murphey’s Pub rang up and said if I saw you to tell you that you need to stop there on your way home to help celebrate his birthday.”

John groaned silently under his breath and replied, Thanks, but I’m going to be sorry in the morning. So after the usual catching up with his friends John finished his bitter and headed out to Michael Murphey’s. At least it was on the route home. As soon as he walked in John was greeted with, “It’s about time you showed up, John. The regular?”

“Happy Birthday, Michael, but not tonight. I think I’ve exceeded my limit. Perhaps I’ll just have a half.” In a surprised tone Michael teased, “A half? Would you like that in a laiiidie’s* glass?” (* my attempt at spelling Michael’s exaggerated accent.)

And now Andy is suffering John’s fate. ㋡

Andy will only drink a half a pint until chakie comes in and buy him a full pint

Looks like it doesn’t it?

xxx

That idea sounds half baked.

Not any more