There comes a point in most people’s lives when they grow out of knock-knock jokes. Evidently not if you’ve got Tourettes. My tics love the knock-knock formula. I haven’t shared any for a while so here are some new ones that arrived out of the blue today. Warning: Don’t expect sensible punch lines!

TH: Knock knock
Poppy: Who’s there?
TH: Towelling underwear for your aunty Janice

TH: Knock knock
Leftwing Idiot: Who’s there?
TH: Cotton pants for Prince Phillip

TH: Knock knock
Fran: Who’s there?
TH: Your mums favourite Wham CD

TH: Knock knock
Poppy: Who’s there?
TH: Colander vagina

TH: Knock knock
Leftwing Idiot: Who’s there?
TH: Thatcher’s vagina
Leftwing Idiot: Thatcher’s vagina who?
TH: Thatcher’s vagina coming dressed as the ghost of a lettuce

There are plenty more doors still waiting to be opened. With Tourettes you never know who’ll come knocking next.