This is a terrifying moment.
This is awkard. You leave your desk, you walk to the lift, you push the button and then some time later the lift arrives. You get in and just as the doors begin to shut, that wanker from the desk opposite joins you in this tiny, confined space.
I appreciate the fact that the general public have an interest in how the rich and famous live. I can understand why they might be intrigued as to how an ordinary working class Joe hit the dizzy heights of celebdom, and I don’t blame them for wanting to know more about their life story.
I love Bill Murray. I love Ghostbusters. I love Kingpin. I love Stripes, Meatballs, Scrooged, Caddyshack and Groundhog Day.
Slapstick is not funny. It’s shit.
Comedy is great isn’t it? Except when it’s shit, that is. Have you ever been to a comedy club and seen the most God awful act in the history of mankind? The kind of comedian you end up laughing at for all the wrong reasons? The kind that makes your toes curl as he delivers yet another deathly joke? And this kind of evening reaches its pinnacle of pain when the comedian sees you laughing AT HIM, and then mistakes your laughter for PRAISE.
“I see I’ve got a fan in this evening”… NO YOU HAVEN’T. YOU REALLY HAVEN’T.