Comments on: Don’t laugh

By: Laura

Laura — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 01:09:16 +0000

This one is lovely too - and authentic, as far as I know:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwANJEwkWB0&eurl=http://whythatsdelightful.wordpress.com/page/2/

By: Nicholas Gruen

Nicholas Gruen — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:50:40 +0000

A kid at my high school was called Richard Head - poor sod. He was a nice guy and I think he’d found this particular name character building in the way that the protagonist in ‘A Boy Named Sue’ did.

By: James Farrell

James Farrell — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:39:01 +0000

I couldn’t keep a straight face when a student called Grocock introduced himself to the class. And, on another occasion, one called Hardik (quite a common Indian first name, I think). I consoled myself that they must be used to it, but it was pretty embarrassing all the same.

By: SJ

SJ — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 13:38:36 +0000

Is it just me, or sounds this sound vaguely tautologous

No, it should be “sounds this sounds vaguely tautomological“

By: NPOV

NPOV — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 12:44:04 +0000

“I’d never seen it when I came across it”

Is it just me, or sounds this sound vaguely tautologous?

By: SJ

SJ — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 11:01:55 +0000

The longer (proper) version is here. The explanation is here.

In De Gloria was a Flemish (Belgian) sketch show by Jan Eelen that ran on the Canvas television station in the period 2000-2001. The show featured fictitious television reports presented as if they were real. In De Gloria was a satire on reality television and human interest programs featuring ordinary people, portrayed by the cast. The title translates to "in the glory".

By: Dataceptionist

Dataceptionist — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:19:50 +0000

I can’t remember the joke?

By: Chris Lloyd

Chris Lloyd — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 22:38:00 +0000

It is really tough when you have to laugh and you can’t.

About 30 years ago my mum and I were attending a concert by the singer Dietrich Fisher-Diskau. Unfortunately he was not singing Schubert but some very modern avant garde music. The announcer breathlessly told us that we were fortunate – that the singer was to be accompanied by the composer himself on piano. The composer looked like a homeless person, but was also very twitchy, like he was on speed. Dietrich was drenching the hall in his honey baritone, totally unrelated to the atonal nonsense that the ‘accompanist” was playing. Mum and I started getting the giggles. The more people glared at us for disrespecting the great man, the funnier it became.

The final straw was that the decrepit old accompanist stood up during the “song” and started knocking the wood en panels inside the piano with his knuckles, with a pained look of concentration on his face – while Dietrich still sang an unrelated melody. We had to leave the auditorium in disgrace, holding our guts and each other as was sprinted down the aisle.