Reasons why Fran is determined not to get fooled again ...

I woke early this morning, as usual, well before my alarm went off, and was fascinated by an item on Radio 4's 'Farming Today' programme all about how a farm in Devon was marketing giraffe milk with the help of a local zoo.  Did any of you hear it?

I listened with interest to the differences between milking cows and milking giraffes, to the description of the milk and how similar to goats' milk it was, and to the fact that they were marketing it in small cartons for now because it was an 'acquired taste' and the customer base wasn't yet secure.  'Do you milk them by hand?' the presenter asked, and the zookeeper said, 'Of course - she'd be frightened by being attached to a milking machine' and I thought, 'Too right.  Why does everything have to be mechanised anyhow?'

The farmer concerned offered the presenter 'tea or coffee?' so she could try the milk, but she opted to try the milk neat.  'So would I,' I thought.  'Creamy milk like that wouldn't make very nice tea.'  

Then I woke up properly and remembered what the date was.


Embarrassment: the one and only good reason for polo neck jumpers


A few years ago, Radio 4 did an item on the 'Eurovision Songbird Contest' that was going to be held alongside the normal Eurovision Song Contest.  England was going to nominate the blackbird as its contestant.  They played a clip of a blackbird singing and then a few clips of other birds being put forward by the different European countries.  I thought the contest a fabulous idea and decided I would definitely watch that.  I remember thinking, 'I wonder how they'll get them all there.'

Later that day, I told someone at work all about the songbird contest.

It took months for the teasing to stop.

Next year, I shall be on my guard for the 'Giraffes Got Talent' item.  They're not going to get me again.

The first giraffe wowed the judges with his rendition of 'Your love has lifted me higher'


 







Comments

  1. Andrew Hart1/4/14 14:12

    *laughing*. This year my charming son swapped my teabags for earl grey which I hate and carefully removed the inside from the top 4 oreo cookies in the packet and replaced it with toothpaste. I did make him eat one ...

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    1. Fran Hill1/4/14 23:39

      Those tricks are crueller than anything Radio 4 could think up!

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  2. Pam 1/4/14 14:54

    No, not gullible. Trusting. Innocent.

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  3. Marty1/4/14 16:02

    Perhaps, but isn't being hopelessly gullible an endearing sign of your inherent innocence?

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    1. Fran Hill1/4/14 23:40

      I love people who look on the bright side of life like this.

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  4. stephen Hayes1/4/14 16:29

    Love it. I've fallen for a few April Fool's jokes in my day.

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  5. #1Nana1/4/14 21:44

    Good one! I wouldn't even be tempted to try the giraffe milk.

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    1. Fran Hill1/4/14 23:41

      I wouldn't be able to reach anyway. I'm only 5 foot 2.

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  6. Steve1/4/14 23:10

    I'm still looking for the spaghetti trees.

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    1. Fran Hill1/4/14 23:41

      Ha ha! I remember that so well. I fell for that one too. They got that one pasta both of us, then.

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  7. Frances Garrood2/4/14 01:04

    You had me fooled, too, over the giraffe milk. Fooled, and very disappointed ;(

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    1. Fran Hill2/4/14 08:25

      I'm sorry - were you keen to try it?!

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  8. River2/4/14 04:56

    I dislike April Fool's Day. Something I did years ago, a joke I played on someone, made me feels so terrible after....I never tricked anyone again.

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    1. Fran Hill2/4/14 08:26

      Ooh, that sounds serious. There's a whole story behind your comment. Very intriguing.

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  9. SmitoniusAndSonata2/4/14 09:39

    I read right to the end in complete seriousness ... though I did fleetingly wonder how many giraffes they'd need to make it commercially viable ....
    Oh well , I'm in good company .

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    1. Fran Hill2/4/14 11:18

      I wondered the same! I was thinking, 'I guess if they're only using small cartons, then they won't need so many giraffes ...'

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  10. Diana Studer2/4/14 15:49

    velly small cartons. Just a soupcon for me, thanks.

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/14 09:58

      I understand your reservations ...

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  11. Janie Junebug2/4/14 17:22

    I think that's cute. It was Willy Dunne Wooters' birthday, and I'm not fooling, except I fool around with him.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Fran Hill3/4/14 09:59

      What a day to have your birthday!

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  12. BadPenny5/4/14 02:23

    You had me fooled... I was thinking Marvell Zoo - must go try giraffe milk ! aww disappointed.

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    1. Fran Hill5/4/14 03:07

      You'll just have to cross that one off your bucket list, BadPenny, like I had to.

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  13. Anonymous7/4/14 06:20

    Haha! We've all done it. I gave up salami for years after someone told me it was made from donkeys. To be honest, I'm still not that comfortable eating it, you know, just in case. Great giggle-making post, as ever :)

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