you might very well think so...

Last evening, for one reason or another, the question arose: how does one dispose of dynamite? Well, it appears that the most sensible method is: you find a remote place and you blow it up. Safe transport of dynamite seems to involve a sturdy container filled with machine oil.

Neither of which, of course, were followed by Jack Peacock of Kalaheo, Hawai'i. (We stayed a few miles away from where this happened when we were in Kaua'i; but luckily it was a year or two before this happened.)

To get the full effect, you must read the entire linked article. Reporters must live to have just one story like this in their entire careers...

After listening to this Saturday's BBC7 Goodness Gracious Me retrospective, I found this clip on YouTube from their TV series. I wouldn't call it very funny, but it is quite amusing in its construction simply as a sketch and is another demonstration that comedy is maybe more about delivery and timing than it is about content (a fact that the Pythons themselves gloried in).