Its all a bit of larf
Comedy? what makes YOU laugh?
Needing some comic relief lately I was looking at some old British comedy sites and found some golden oldies that even I had forgotten about. I surmised that among my faves, to rave about ? I would have to include the old Monty Python team. I grew up on their comedy skits and many a joke shared with friends centred on knowing the jokes and punchlines.
I came across many of the newer ones too ? I really enjoyed the AB fab series. And, anyone remember Victoria Wood? A comedienne from Manchester, she had a dry humour that I found very amusing. I don't think she is performing any more, but she was a gem! I thought I would include the lyrics of a song she sang in one of her performances that had me literally on the floor laughing uncontrollably ? or in net terms ? ROTFL!!
More recently ? I found myself hooked to the BBC Linda Green series, loved Only Fools and Horses and off course the cultish following of Gimme Gimme, with the grotesque personna of Linda la Hughes, the voice of whom I borrowed for my previous page - just for a larf off course! I USED to sound like Linda la Hughes when I lived in the UK - we all did. I was once told by a very 'poshe' lady that I should consider changing my accent if I wanted to 'get on in the world' as it were. Yeah right darlin!
Here, have a listen to a bit of Del from only Fools and Horses
Del boy Fools and HorsesSO why do I like fuuny voices, and funny Brit shows? Born and bred in the UK, with all its regional and "funny" acccents, I like doing them too. Nothing stops an argument dead in its tracks like a funny voice or well known comedy punchline to relieve the tension. My fave accent is the Liverpool scouse one, and over here its quite rare to come across someone who speaks broad Scouse. Unless you're the one doing it at your daughters school - yes....boredom has a lot to do with this!! worse still is getting caught out.
I like to 'cheer' up boring stupid situations ( ie ordering at the golden arches, at the checkout in the supermarket, you get the idea) ...with the odd bit of scouse, and picking up my daughter one evening from a function was one of them - and the last. I got out of the car, and sauntered over to a group of mums also waiting for their dd's. I dont know what got into me but I said hello to one of the mums - who I had seen ...but never heard before in one of my broad scouse take offs. I did not know what to do or quite say - luckily the darkness hid my furious embarrasment, as she proceeded to answer and...worse still chat to me in an even broader scouse accent. Ok.....caught out, I carried on talking in the same voice for a while longer and gradually eased into my normal voice.....oh the shame....
The place I originally hail from, has also spawned a famous comedy ? The Office. When you come from the place I come from you'd know why it is so funny and how it got to be so, and why you desperately needed a sense of humour to live there! Ok darlins?
This takes me back to the days of my mispent youth and goin' up the disco on a saturday night with my best friend - so here is a bit of 'Saturday night' - on a Saturday, to cheer you all up... so without further ado - take it away Victoria Wood...
Sung to the tune of what can the matter be
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
Eight o?clock at night on a Saturday,
Tracey Clegg and Nicola Battersby
Coming to town double quick.
They rendezvous in front of a pillar.
Tracey?s tall like Jonathan Miller.
Nicola?s more like Guy the Gorilla,
If Guy the Gorilla were thick.
Their hair?s been done. It?s very expensive.
Their use of mousse and gel is extensive.
As weapons, their heads would be classed as offensive
And put under some kind of a ban.
They?re covered in perfumes, but these are misnomers.
Nicola?s scent could send dogs into comas.
Tracey?s kills insects and dustbin aromas,
And also gets stains off the pan.
Chorus:
But it?s their night out.
It?s what it?s all about,
Looking for lads, looking for fun,
A burger and chips with a sesame bun.
They?re in the mood
For a fabulous interlude
Of living it up, painting the town,
Drinking Barcardi and keeping it down,
But it?s all alright.
It?s what they do of a Saturday night.
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
What can than terrible crunching and clatter be?
It?s the cowboy boots of Nicola Battersby
Leading the way into town.
They hit the pub, and Tracey?s demeanour
Reminds you of a loopy hyena.
They have sixteen gins a rum and Ribena,
And this is before they?ve sat down.
They dare a bloke from Surrey called Murray
To phone the police and order a curry.
He gets locked up. It?s a bit of a worry,
But they won?t have to see him again.
They?re dressed to kill and looking fantastic.
Tracey?s gone for rubber and plastic.
Nicola?s dress is a piece of elastic.
It?s under a heck of a strain.
Chorus:
But it?s their night out.
It?s what it?s all about,
Ordering drinks, ordering cabs,
Making rude gestures with doner kebabs.
They?re in the mood
For a fabulous interlude
Of weeing in parks, treading on plants,
Getting their dresses caught up in their pants,
And it?s all alright.
It?s what they do of a Saturday night
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
What can that terrible slurping and splatter be?
It?s Tracey Clegg and Nicola Battersby
Snogging with Derek and Kurt.
They?re well stuck into heavyish petting.
It?s far too dark to see what you?re getting.
Tracey?s bra flies off, how upsetting,
And several people are hurt.
Oh dear, oh dear,
Oh dear, oh dear,
Oh dear! What can the matter be?
What can that motheaten pile of old tatters be?
It?s Tracey Clegg and Nicola Battersby
Getting chucked off the last Ninety-Two
With miles to go and no chance of hitching,
And Nicola?s boots have bust at the stitching,
Tracey laughs and says, "What?s the point bitching?
I couldn?t give a bugger. Could you?
happy
caffeinated