Not funny

I must be a miserable cow, no joke.

I've had a bad weekend. You know. BAD. I had a friend who used to say: I have an existential blues - and that explained it all. Well, in my case it wasn't that BAD, it was more of a physical thing, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, it got me stuck to the sofa, cause after I managed to drag two huuuge bags of old clothes to the local charity shop (and bring back four books) I could not move any of my limbs anymore. Or I just preferred not to.
So I ended up napping, and lying and napping some more. I've tried reading, but it made me sleepy, so I started watching films instead. And to keep the blues away, some of my choices, were, obviously, comedies. And romantic comedies.

I've watched three of them and they did make me smile (and even chuckle) at times. But did they make me burst out with uncontrollable laughter? Laugh out loud? Roll on the floor laughing? Piss myself? Luckily in the last case - no. But they should have. They were comedies after all.

So either they were not funny or I'm a miserable cow with no sense of humour. I'd like to think that the first sentence is true. I mean they perhaps are funny to a different audiences. Maybe I'm too European. Maybe too continental. Maybe I'm too subtle (oh, yes, I bet). Whatever's the case, American comedies do not make me laugh. OK, that perhaps is too general a statement. American comedies haven't made me laugh RECENTLY.

Oh, bring my Monty Python back.

PS. And, why, oh why, has this song now stuck in my head?

PPS: Yes, I promise September Sundries will be published soon. Not much happened, I had a flue most of September.