My sense of humour to me is completely normal. Normal I tell you. It makes me laugh. Yes, I laugh at my own jokes.

It’s always a little baffling when someone doesn’t get it. What’s that about? Don’t leave me stranded on this desert island, cackling into the ocean sky, like a demented Tom Hanks, with only a football to share the moment with.

But it’s not personal I know. It’s never personal. And some people are going to think I’m serious (which might mean they think I’m upset, needing comfort, or speaking literally, or simply plain mad) when in fact my tongue is firmly in my cheek.

It’s clear as daylight to me, but THEY can’t read the signs!

It’s Not Funny.