Yesterday I read a shocking thing in the latest issue of O magazine (dedicated to ‘Happiness’): “A child laughs, experts say, about 400 times a day; adults, only 15 times”. That’s terrible! Terrible! I’m pretty sure – I hope – I laugh more than 15 times a day. If you don’t then you need to get in some guaranteed-laugh DVDs: Black Books, Spaced, I’m Alan Partridge (first series), The Paul & Pauline Calf Video Diaries. Failing any of these, then Friends, Will & Grace, my new favourite (about which, more later) Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Read The Onion and read Mil Millington’s Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About (the funniest book I’ve ever read).
And … I don’t know if you’re familiar with Richard Herring. David introduced me to his and Stuart Lee’s TV show This Morning With Richard Not Judy a few years ago (you may have heard of Lee & Herring’s Fist of Fun?). TMWRNJ (as we fans call it!) gave me probably my only proper student moment. When you go to University aged 27, married and working full-time, you tend to miss out on all the usual student behaviours of getting drunk, missing lectures, sitting in pubs boring everyone stupid reciting Monty Python sketches. But one evening I was sitting in the Moon Under Water on Deansgate, drinking £1 a pint Carlsberg with some fellow mature students, when someone said ‘Ah …’ and I said, ‘No, not ah …’ and James and I spent the next half hour boring everyone else reciting bits of TMWRNJ – ‘They’re all Howler monkeys when I’ve finished with them’, ‘Saying it in a high-pitched voice doesn’t make it any more true’. Etc. Ah, happy days …
The other reason I mention him is that last night I dreamt about him. You know when you have a nice dream about someone and you think about them all day? Well in my dream we were going out together and he sort of worshipped me. I like this in a man. Particularly since my husband’s current pet name for me is ‘Big Unit’. And, in my dream, he (Richard Herring) was very funny, he made me laugh a lot (as does my husband, otherwise he couldn’t get away with calling me what he calls me). And, twice, I laughed myself awake. Now I think this is definitely a very good thing. If the average adult only laughs 15 times per day, laughing yourself awake twice in one night is good going.
And … he has a weblog. And it makes me laugh every day. (In fact if I read 15 of the archived ones, any further laughs would be a bonus!)