But yesterday was Father's Day and to celebrate the BM and I and the Offspring and his lovely girlfriend went to Sheffield to see the wonderful Dylan Moran live at the City Hall.
As a result of the evening, I now know just why laughter is considered great exercise - for some muscles anyway. I ache from laughing and I will remember the 'bedtime story' and 'trying to tell a woman she has PMT' for a long time - and smile.
For those of you who don't know Dylan Moran's anarchic humour, and for those who do and would like to enjoy a clip from the wonderful show Black Books, I offer this link to a scene that will resonate with all writers who have experienced the dreaded Rejection Letter.
3 comments:
I've seen that before and loved it but didn't realise he was famous and had a show! Thanks for blogging about that, I shall be looking out for him now.
Looking forward to your next 'friendship' post. Part of the fun's trying to guess who it might be :)
WHen I first watched that scene a while ago, I laughed so hard at the end I scared my daughter.
I think it was the fugel horn that did it. ;-)
Sharon and Donna - it is such a great scene isn't it? Sharon, if you haven't seen Black Books do try and rent a DVD or something - I think you'll enjoy it
And Sharon - yes the flugel horn finished me off too :o) ;o)
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