The Jokes Circuit

I am a sucker for jokes. I can never remember the punch lines and roar with ill-contained mirth at the same jokes over and over again.
I am therefore a recipient of lots of these email circulated jokes from a number of sources and in the main I enjoy them. I am sometimes caught out when someone on the distribution list says, "Wasn't that joke about Viagra funny?". I simply cannot remember the joke! It must appear at times that I am displaying prudism but generally the dirtier the joke the more I laugh. However it does not improve my remembrance of said joke one iota. The similarity of lots of these jokes do make them merge one with another. I am also an Einstein disciple. When asked why he didn't remember his phone number, he replied that it was written down somewhere in a book. He didn't need to waste valuable memory space on such trivia. I like that explanation.
I read the jokes and then pass them on to other distribution lists of people I think will enjoy them. So I am a culpable and involved participant in such email rubbish. I wouldn't dream of passing them on to such a discerning person as you , dear reader, although occasionally one or two do slip on to the pages of my blog.
I have recently been included on a distribution list of someone in the rehab class. The sheer amount of distributed material is overwhelming and I need to indicate clearly what I like and what I don't. Amongst the material is a great deal of what I can only describe as invective aimed at immigration and immigrants. I am distressed that such material exists, which runs counter to my personal and political stance. I am really upset though that anyone who knew me would think that I would endorse this material in any way. We are not allowed to discuss sex, politics or religion during rehab classes as these are subjects which invariably lead to heated debate at least. In a band of recovering males, who are beginning to rediscover themselves after a traumatic physical experience, led by a very fit young woman, the first one of the banned subjects may not be too overt but is there in the sub text constantly. The last two subjects are frowned upon. However one of the warm down exercises is to perform a series of prescribed activities to the numbers, one to ten. One is raise left arm, three is clap hands, eight is stand on right leg with left leg in air, etc. Debbie decide to change the routine by introducing the numbers in another language - so far we have done French and German. The numbers 1 - 10 in a number of languages is well within the scope of an ex primary school teacher (although I cannot comment on the accuracy of the pronunciation). In the event the number of other people in the group who knew these numbers in German surprised Debbie. When the idea was broached, Debbie approached me for the numbers in German (she can see a parallel in what she does with what I did professionally), and there was comment from the list distributors. I explained that I was a pro-European and, despite some subsequent scoffing, felt a glow inside. I had stood up - oh I know in a very minor way - for one of my political ideals and, you know what, it feels good.