Saturday, January 26, 2008
I'll smile quietly if you stub yer toe and I'll smirk at a stupid picture. I will snort at a witty comment, and titter at a good joke but I laugh loud, long and messily at smart words and banter.
Can humour be boxed? Can we define what makes us fall off our chairs? What tickles my giggle spot might not tickle yours.
Humour does differ from culture to culture and the English humour, based mostly on 'taking the piss', sarcasm and irony, do not translate so well elsewhere. I have upset a few people!
For me there is nothing better than a dry sense of humour, real life observation delivered with a deadpan expression (Eddie Izzard and Dara O' Briain are my favs). Some would call it rudeness but it is often a throwaway comment from a friend that will leave me with tears of joy rolling down me leg.
The Gin Co-operative, my lifelong girls (see HERE or HERE) are experts. Our Saturday afternoon soirées leave me with ribs that feel as if they have been kicked by a donkey with lead hooves. They can turn a sensible conversation into half an hour of being unable to utter a word because your lungs don't work anymore.
What a great feeling and so good for the soul.
If the picture above does not tempt the corners of your mouth up then pass on to another blog. If you are smiling then please share and drop a smirk in me box!