Call me sad – and I am sure people do, but I love being able to check for emails on the train! And yes, I know it’s pathetically sad, it really doesn’t matter here, right now, in New Street Station, that Amazon has despatched my latest 1p purchase! This news cheers me up though, as the book is yet another attempt in my quest to find a gloriously ‘laugh out loud’ funny novel. It has to be better than the last few attempts. I buy books which look funny, I buy books which sound funny, and I buy books which claim to be funny – so far though, they have just been disappointing. This time I am taking no chances and have Googled a list of Top 10 funniest novels, so it had better be hysterical or I will demand my 1p back.
I am worried that I am losing my sense of humour – perhaps they fade with age, like taste-buds. I suppose they must really, when you think how hilarious babies find even the simplest of amusements, and I can see that it really wouldn’t do, as an adult, to maintain that level of uncontrollable hilarity. I just wish I found some things funnier, for example “comedy” programmes – especially sitcoms.
Sit-com = situation comedy?? Well to me they are just “sits” – because that’s all I seem to do. Friday nights are particularly bad at the moment. “My Family” gets progressively worse each series – and I can clearly remember after the first series thinking they surely wouldn’t be making second series and there wasn’t one laugh. Then that awful programme with ‘Trigger’ from Only Fools and Horses and ‘Hyacinth’s’ husband from “Whoops there goes my Bucket” or whatever the hell it was called. Then, the absolute cherry on the icing on the comedy cake – Dawn French talking about bugger all to Alfred Molina for what seems an eternity. Three programmes, no laughing, no giggling, no smirking, not even an inward smile. Yet I laugh when “Would I Lie To You” comes on – but the programme seems over in a flash. Couldn’t we just have two hours of that?
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