I was listening to a podcast at the bus stop today. It’s the one where celebrities have to guess how old other celebrities are. Seemed like a good test of the ol’ wireless headphones.
Then, out of nowhere, while discussing how old the tennis player Tim Henman is, comedian David O’Docherty just said,
“Names are funny. At some point... a man... had a hen.”
And I laughed out loud. It was a real burst of cacophony, a single explosion of joy.
And everyone at the bus stop was suddenly looking at me as though I was in pain.
It isn’t even that funny! It’s kind of random at best. Nonetheless I had to turn around and face the hedge out of embarrassment, while I softly chortled into my sleeve... which of course made it all the funnier.
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I’m at the hospital today, for the eighth eye test. So far I’ve had the nurse do her usual debate of whether or not to do the ‘ishihara’ test, I’ve been poked in the eyes with the pressure tester, and I’ve had the drops that dilate the pupils.
In a few minutes, I’ll be through for a scan. The drops are kicking in. I won’t be able to see properly in a mo; I can already see the letters going blurry in the waiting room of strange newspaper readers and walking stick owners. No explosions of joy here, it seems.
Where’s David O’Docherty when you need him?
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