Posts Tagged ‘ humour ’

Lovelorn Tenors Anonymous


There was a time when tenors ruled the roost, a time when they would inevitably get either the girl or a glorious death scene with a stunning aria, a time when they would buckle their swashes, get the star dressing room and break hearts across the world.  That time was the time of opera.  When the musical came on the scene, the tenor was gradually ousted from his position, and the baritone became the leading man.  The tenors still got some of the best songs, but were relegated to subplots, with one defining characteristic – the tenor is in love with someone he cannot have.  Sometimes they try to stake a claim on a more substantial plotline, but Rodgers and Hammerstein showed everyone the way to deal with such demanding tenor characters – kill them!  Off stage. 

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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.

Good librarian, bad librarian


One of last week’s strips over at Unshelved/Overdue Media, a wonderful web comic about a public library, struck a particular chord with me, as it features the staff battening down the hatches in response to someone asking ‘What day of the week is the second Thursday of the month?’, unsafe in the knowledge that this query heralds one of those days.

Here at the Library of Doom, we certainly have those days, when an outbreak of ‘thick’ hits the student population.  Of course, as librarians we are immune to the horrible disease of thick, but we can certainly be badly affected when the symptoms manifest themselves in the student body.  Dealing with stupid queries is one of the times when I have to keep the greatest amount of control over myself, as an immense urge to be sarcastic, demeaning or just plain rude comes over me.  Thankfully, the good librarian in me tends to win, and the bad librarian has to be contented with repeating the story about the latest thick outbreak at every opportunity.  But what would happen if the bad librarian won?  I beg to put before you a few real examples from the Library of Doom, with what the bad librarian wanted to say, and what the good librarian chose to say instead.

Student: How long can you borrow a 7-day loan for?
Bad librarian: How long do you think you can borrow a 7-day loan for?  If you need to ask that question, then you’re in the wrong place.  You, personally, can’t borrow any 7-day loans at all.  Everyone else can borrow them for 7 days.
Good librarian: A week.

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Amateur operatic people


Having been involved with quite a number of amateur and semi-professional shows now, certain patterns in the make-up of each group have become evident.  Whether a Society that has been running since Victorian times, or a group pulled together for one specific production, there are people who seem to manifest themselves in every situation.  Perhaps we are all avatars of some peculiar theatrical pantheon?  I don’t know, but I’d like to introduce you to them.

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