Well, it is case of what made me laugh that I can remember.
I made people laugh today, well yesterday. I arrived at work and with a bit of an audience around me, I was handed an envelope by work management. It was a $20 gift card because I am male and I was working on Father's Day. I proclaimed to the audience that I felt a little disingenuous taking it. Much amusement. I went on, I did try once but it wasn't my thing. You should have heard them laugh. Straight men are so easy to amuse. If it was an audience of gays, it would have more along the lines that I have tried really hard to produce a baby, but I have been unsuccessful. There would not have been much laughter. They would have heard it all before.
Mario said to me that I was very being very candid to say such a thing. Hmm, Mario. I remember when he started at work some ten or more years ago and a female workmate said, look at the way he holds a cigarette. He is so girly.
As I am inclined, I went off an a tangent before I even started to write this post.
I broke up today when listening to a podcast where someone was talking about a friend who had returned from Bali with some high quality knock off movie dvds. He said they were of blu ray standard and the sound quality superb, only broken by someone standing up in the cinema and walking out and this walking out person appeared in the movie, and a wtf moment happened to the viewers of the dvd. Ok, not so funny here, but it was when delivered by a comedian.
My grandmother did not watch much tv. My memories of 60s/70s tv is that there wasn't much to watch. She did like to watch On the Buses and the Penthouse Club. At any double entendre, she would let out a little shriek and clap her hand over her mouth. I could see she was laughing but trying not to. The brilliant Mary Hardy on the Penthouse Club could always induce an extra loud shriek from Grandmother. The gene did not pass on to her daughter, Mother. Mother does not clap her hand her over her mouth at something funny and naughty, but maybe the gene has passed on to me.
I enjoy watching the brief Audrey's Kitchen on our ABC tv. Is she taking the piss out of Nigella? But I did have my own hand over my mouth laughter suppressing moment when I heard Audrey describing how to poach fruit. 'Keep pushing them down into the liquid, like you are drowning kittens'.
NB No kittens were killed in the production of this post or in Audrey's Kitchen, nevertheless, I am probably now hated by cat lovers.