As days go, not my best ever. Had an appointment in the a.m. over in Osaka, so it was a Bright Lights, Big City time for me. It fell through and a lot of time and energy were wasted.
I picked myself up by book buying at the big book shop. There isn’t one near me that carries a lot of English language books, I usually order from Amazon, but there isn’t anything quite like time to kill and money to spend in a book shop. It’s good if you’re constipated too, because I find it all ways makes me want to go. Among others I bought “Teenage Revolution” by Alan Davies, about being a teenager in the 80s, because if there is one thing I don’t do enough of, it’s dwelling on the past.
Got back, not in the greatest of moods and watched a couple of intense episodes of Criminal Minds, mass murder on a rural pig farm, gripping stuff, that surprisingly did not lift my battered spirits.
Then I remembered, my dear friend Wuthering sent me a dvd a little while ago. A comedy from the BBC.
Maybe that would do the trick, maybe a little British comedy would be good medicine.
So I cracked open “ Miranda”.
I have to say, it’s funny, it is so bloody funny. I laughed out loud.
LOL is so over worked and under paid. LOL works harder and longer than a Japanese salaryman.
LOL needs 3 months of sangria and shagging at Club Med just to get the kinks out of it’s neck.
But I did. I Laughed.Out.Loud.
I laughed so hard and so long, it wasn’t pretty, I had tears and snot all over my face. For anyone who actually knows me it was the funniest TV laugh since Margaret Cho’s “ My name is Gwen and I’m here to waaaarsh your vagina.’
I recommend anyone having a down day to watch this. In fact I recommend they show it in hospital waiting rooms around the globe. Weekend community watch-a-thons.
Give comedy a raise, praise it from the highest tower, it has magic restorative powers.