Hi Ho Silver

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an Indian war party. The Indian Chief proclaims, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honour of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?" The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse." Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away. Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back. As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed. "You have a very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?" The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes off across the plains and disappears over the horizon. Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a voluptuous brunette, even more attractive than the blonde. She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of many talents, but I will still kill you tomorrow. What is your last request?" The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse, alone." The Chief is curious, but he agrees and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent. Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears, looks him square in the eyes and says, "Listen carefully, for the last time... bring POSSE!

'Ere, I knows one as well.

The Lone Ranger an' Tonto were out ridin' the range when they sees a whole hoard of angry Indians bearing down on 'em.

The Lone Ranger turns to 'is mate an' sez "I fink we 'as a bit of a prob now."

Tonto looks back an' sez, "What you mean 'we', Paleface?"

Anyways they get out ov that scrape and decides to try anuvver line ov work. After a bit ov finkin' they opens a mortgage brokers.

One day a bloke comes in and asks fer some money to buy a 'ouse. Tonto is on 'is own in the office an sez, "Sorry mate, you will 'ave to come back tomorrer, I ain't the loan arranger."

'Ere Zizz, wot's the nearest fing to silver?
I have to say I do not know.
The Lone Ranger's arse.
Thank you for that Clive; now go away.


I came across an interesting picture recently. The sort of image that could have almost any origin. This is the write up that goes with it.

Fresh frozen muscle biopsy section from the vastus lateralis muscle of a ten month old intact female Border Collie dog with congenital nemaline rod myopathy. The section was stained with modified Gomori trichrome stain. Numerous rod bodies are present within atrophic fibers. Rod bodies were not visible using standard hematoxylin and eosin stain.

Just thought you might be interested to know that