In February 2000, when little Inverness Caledonian Thistle beat the mighty Celtic 3-1 in a Scottish Cup game, the reporter must've rubbed his grubby little hands together. Not just to get some feeling back into them on a bitter Glasgow evening, but because he had the headline of his life warming up on the touchline, just waiting to come on and make an impact.
If you haven't seen this one before, I think you'd better sit down:
I mean, even The Sherman Brothers would've been stood up to applaud that one. It's a truly inspirational bit of pun work. We all come up with a wisecrack now and again, have a little chuckle to ourselves, and maybe even raise a titter among our peers, but that is next-level.
The only time I've genuinely felt I've absolutely nailed a pun like that is during a round of the game I talked about in this post. I DJ at an indie clubnight in Kingston called New Slang, and do most of the design work for it. On all the advertising for it, we have a playlist of bands you'll likely hear, but sometimes we change the names of the bands depending on the theme of the evening, like if it's an Easter or Christmas special, or our birthday.
It was thinking up Band vs Christmas puns that I had my defining punnery moment. My friend and I had bandied around a fair few gooduns; Winterpol, Jingle Bells & Sebastian, The Carol Service, Arctic Turkeys.. All ok, but not quite amazing ones.
Then came the one:
No Room At The Drive-Inn
Now, if you didn't know there was a band called At The Drive-In (which you should, they were groundbreaking), you'll probably think that's not that great. But I can tell you without flinching, that's the jewel in my crown, that one. I can't describe to you how much pleasure I got just from adding that extra "n" to the end. It was the icing on an already delicious cake.
Self gratification over. Next time I'll shine lights on someone else's glory. Promise.
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