One that really made me laugh a couple of years ago was the apprentice gardener at a most prestigious pile. The gardens, naturally, were immaculate, the lawns not only mown in strips, but chequerboard.
The inhabitants and staff opened their curtains on the morning of April 1st to find trails of molehills all across the lawns.
The gardener had spent weeks before, making imitation ones ...
Up here, yesterday, the joke was that we are going to outdo the white horse artwork planned for north Kent. We've going to have a much-bigger concrete cow with a viewing gallery in its eyes to survey the new city, and in the glass udder a cafe-bar, serving, amongst other things, specialty milk shakes ... I understand the founder's name for this bid is Paul D' Otherwon ... or even Paul D'Udderun ...