JOCK and Archie were staggering home after a lock-in at the pub, and with the bravado that only a 10-pint session brings, decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery. They had gone about 100 yards - reaching the darkest part of the graveyard, beside the trees, where the wind was softly brushing the branches, and just to make matters worse, the moon had just slipped behind the clouds.
Suddenly, they were chilled to the marrow by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they stumbled upon an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.
"Jeezo, pal," said Archie after catching his breath, "You scared us half to death - we thought you were a ghost! What are you doing working here at this time of night?"
"Those damn fools," grumbled the old man. "They spelled my name wrong."
It was Jock who fainted first.
Be encouraged!
GBYAY
