Dinger.

After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word
through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up
into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skill, he had decided to
call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to
apply for the bell ringer's job.
The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe!"
And he began striking the bells with his face,producing a beautiful melody on
the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally
found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped and
plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The
stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had
gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard
only moments before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,"Bishop,
who was this man?"
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
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The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to
the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his
interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency,
I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this
very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace
him in this duty."
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother
stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at
his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief of this second tragedy, rushed up
the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is the man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name,"sighed the distraught bishop, but............."
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*GROAN*

 

He he.

I first heard those in the 65CSS squadron bar in Hameln. 25 years ago!

Just about wet myself.

Thanks for the memories Harry

 

@ Mr Pewty,
Thats about the time I was mending all your AVRE`s for you!!!

Harry (ex 4 Amstel Wksps).

 

LOL will try to remember that one