It isn’t only having a song going repeatedly through your
mind that’s annoying. A joke can be almost as bad.
I watched part of the film Nowhere Boy tonight, a biopic about the early life of John Lennon.
He went to Blackpool with his mother, and that set me
thinking about the film Funny Bones,
which is set mostly in Blackpool. As a result, I sat in
the bath with my favourite joke from the film playing a seemingly endless loop:
Psychiatrist: Have you lived in Blackpool
all your life?
Patient: Not yet.
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It wasn’t quite the only thing I thought about, though. I
also gave some consideration to the size, placing and design of my prospective
LIFE tattoo. I would like my two arms to match, you see. It isn’t so much a
matter of symmetry as balance. The only unresolved issue was the question of
what colour the bagel should be.
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I really am imbibing a Class A substance tonight.
No, I’m not. That was a lie. I’m actually drinking lager
that says on the can:
A refreshingly clean
lager with fruit and hop notes.
You wouldn’t think lager could have fruit and hop notes,
would you?
Soon be time to open my £13 litre bottle of Bells. Believe
me, that’s cheap.
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Life is being nice to me at the moment. Does it show?
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