What Jolly Fun!
First they said they didn’t understand it. Now they say we don’t have it any more. The British sense of humour, supposedly one of our defining national characteristics, is once again lost on the Americans.
Eric Weiner, a former New York Times journalist, spent a year travelling the world in search of the planet’s happy places. But after visiting Britain he felt only pity for a population unable to experience happiness.
For the English, Weiner claims, happiness is an American import based on silly, infantile drivel. What the British like to be is grumpy, and they derive a perverse pleasure from their grumpiness. British life is not about happiness; it’s about getting by, he says.
Oh, put on the silly clown face and squirt me from a plastic flower! Let's all sing along with bloody Barney, do you feel good? If you feel good I feel good, Have a Nice Day!" Oh for fuck's sake, is there anything more annoying than the a rictus grin of an American TV host and the inoffensive "humor". As Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh said:
I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I’m introduced to one,
I wish I thought "What Jolly Fun!"
But I don't and you can't blame me for it or I will sue...Researchers claim that the British penchant for cruel comedy at the expense of others is dictated by our genes.