Not me, a guy years ago in Uni
We called this guy "Psycho James" to differentiate him from another bloke with the same name. Lovely chap, he was. From the home counties, wealthy parents, bit posh but not a dick about it. Very well spoken, very smart, big fan of Chris Morris and Aphex Twin, all round nice guy. And all this made it even scarier when he'd find the oddest things funny.

For example, one day he was reading the paper and he just started laughing. Hysterical laughter for about five minutes. He almost fell off his chair, he was laughing so much. When we asked what was so funny, between breathless panting guffaws he showed us a news story of a guy getting beaten up outside a nightclub, and the injuries he suffered. "He....lost....his....senses....of....smell....and....taste!" he said, trying to breathe between each laugh.

"Imagine that, you're walking down the street, someone kicks the shit out of you, and blimey, 'I can't taste this kebab any more! My farts don't smell any more! Oh wait, I just can't smell them!' Ha ha ha ha!"

Another time he told us that the funniest thing he could possibly think of would be an old age pensioner, someone who had survived two world wars, hardship, decades of hard work and the general slings and arrows that life brings, getting killed after slipping on a banana skin outside a newsagents. "Can you imagine how funny that would be? 'I've lived through all this hardship, survived all that life throws at me' and then 'Oof! I'm dead because of a banana skin!'"

He also once spent ten minutes in hysterics after the Guardian had a computer-generated map of a nightclub fire in Russia (I think) because "It would be totally something Chris Morris would do; all they're missing are the flames coming off the dying people"
(Fuiru Sting, where is thy death?, Sat 24 Jul 2010, 18:02, Reply)