"Between the Guardian, the Independent and the BBC, it's a wonder anybody bothers to get up in the morning."
I read that bit in the Guardian this morning in a piece called No laughing matter, which goes on about, amongst other things, a perceived degradation in the British, or specifically the English, sense of humour. Not sure if it's actually true but on account of the fact that my mood today is finely balanced between being really good or utterly foul it got me to thinking; when was the last time I had a really good belly laugh?
Now the one I remember because it must have been the closest I came to actually dying was about thirteen years ago. It was the a very hot June or July and myself and some mates had slunk out of school to sit on the local recreation field and laze about in the sunshine after getting a healthy supply of confectionary from the local shop. This was about two years before we started getting healthy doses of booze from the local shop and all the trouble that that yields. At this point in time it was satisfying enough to eat sweets and enjoy the weather. Can't even remember what we were talking about to be honest.
The belly laugh slunk in unnoticed when one of us inspected his packet of sweets and proclaimed:
"Ah, Willy Wanker’s Nads"
That was all it took; we all laughed with tears and spit and pain in the bellies. Maybe it was the sunshine and sugar, but it was genuinely funny. Do you need to know why?
Since then I know I've had some corkers, especially when trying to play complicated pieces of music, or more precisely when playing and someone else has to do something complicated and would really benefit from not having a slack jawed eejut giggling in the corner. Mark of a pro that, cocking it up for the next fellow but playing your bit right. Honest.
So I think I'm going to get back into the habit of laughing again, I'm sure it will release lots of beneficial chemicals throughout my system and increase my life by about ten years. I'll have to be able to laugh at anything if I'm going to be living longer so I better get going.
So the next time we meet, if you wonder why I keep laughing at you don't take it personally.
6 comments:
I was just thinking the other day how important it is for us to retain our sense of humour, especially in light of current events. It could be the one thing which keeps us from going insane.
Now, you sound as if you need a healthy dose of Morriston Burns' special patented happy treatment (and no, I don't mean a bumming). We must arrange this soon (and no, I don't mean a bumming).
I agree. Come over next Saturday. We've got a gig in the evening, so you can come to that as well.
I've just noticed that Saturday has the word "turd" in it. Ha ha ha.
That could well be a viable option; I shall have to make sure I am allowed. I've just noticed that 'bastard' has the word 'star' in it. Ahh.
Oh and just to make sure you understand, there's to be no bumming.
Right. I get it. We'll be bumming then.
Superstitious, tit.
I'm sorry, did you just call me a superstitious tit?.. Oh no, I get it!
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