What’s so funny?


comedymask1.gifYesterday, I submitted an old post to Troubled Diva’s Shaggy Blog Stories project, an attempt to gather funny blog posts from across the UK into a book in one week (yes, just one!) to support Comic Relief, also known as Red Nose Day, a UK fundraiser held every 2 years or so to aid a number of worthwhile causes.  The deadline for submissions is today, so any British bloggers reading this and thinking ‘oh, what a good idea’ will need to get their skates on.  Or, of course, you can always buy the book once it goes on sale, to see which of my posts I submitted.

Humour is a funny thing, isn’t it?  In both senses of the word, I mean.  Everyone finds different things funny and everyone has the capacity to be funny, even if they don’t do so very often.  There are people who are surprised when they discover that I have a sense of humour, for instance, due to my capacity for taking things terribly seriously.  And I can’t work out why I find some things funny, but not others.  Is humour genetically determined?  Or just completely random?  I don’t know, but there must be a reason why I find Some Like It Hot hilarious, but don’t care for League of Gentlemen.  Mustn’t there?  Not that it matters.  I’ll laugh when I feel like it, thank you.  And I’ll stop rambling on about the concept of ‘funny’ right about…

Now.

  1. You’re funny! (in a good way) (=

    I find it hard to believe that people are surprised to discover that you have a sense of humour. How odd.

    Humour is indeed a funny thing.

  2. Hi Singing Librarian
    Having seen the list of successful contributors can I offer my congratulations. Have already ordered the book, so please don’t tell which post you chose. Let me find out via the book!

  3. It was… No, I wouldn’t be mean enough to tell you. That would be most rude! Thank youfor the congratulations.

    Lilian, it tends to be people that I meet en masse that are surprised to discover this strange facet of my personality, due to my shyness when meeting new people. It takes me a while to relax and be my usual hilarious (?) self. The Operatic Society was a particularly good example, since I take performing very seriously (as well as enjoying it), so some people were quite surprised to discover my odd sense of humour as rehearsals progressed.

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