slapstick
I love genuine slapstick comedy. The funniest things I have ever seen have involved slapstick in some way. I had a new entry to my top ten over the weekend. I went to the cricket nets again and had a lot of fun. The day was made better by people getting hit comically by balls. One friend managed to direct the ball off his bat and on to the top of his head, which was good, but easily beaten for comic value by another friend's effort. After he bowled the ball was hit hard back past him. A kid from the net next to us kindly ran after the ball and threw it back. Catching is not my friend's forte and the ball was coming in fairly hard at just above head height but he gamely gave it a go. He managed to get his hands on it, but only succeeded in deflecting the ball on to his own forehead. The boy ran in to apologise, whilst struggling not to laugh and the rest of us stood around laughing. Comedy does not get much better than man being hit in head by ball. Groin would have improved things obviously, but I was happy enough with head. There is a slight mark on his head now, so every time i see him at the moment I am reminded of comedy gold.
I was also depressed at the prospect of getting old over the weekend. I was on the tube next to a party of old people laughing along with each other after having been for some sort of trip out. Old people on an evening out having fun... How can that be depressing? Because they were all idiots. I struggle to find people I like from a pretty much full pool of possibilities. What's it going to be like when the pool of potential friends is half empty? (Are you a pool of potential friends is half empty or half full kind of person?) Am I going to spend my golden years in a nursing home surrounded by arseholes, sitting in my own urine, praying for the day of release? I sincerely hope not... I do know old people who I am jealous of though. They spend their time enjoying their family and travelling the world, so there is hope.
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