Made me laugh
Rob asks: Has anything happened recently that's made you laugh? Share your stories with us - we need the joy.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 12:07)
Rob asks: Has anything happened recently that's made you laugh? Share your stories with us - we need the joy.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 12:07)
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Who says the French aren't funny?
When I was about 11 or 12, I went on holiday to France with my family. We were sitting outside a bistro, having our croissants and hot chocolate in a bowl, and it was all very exciting.
On the table next to us was a man, maybe in his 60s, with his very glamorous French wife. She had enormous hair, a fur coat, long painted nails, lots of perfume. She was a bit like a chubby Cruella De Vil. On her knee she was cradling a very small, very smug-looking pekingese dog, who also sported bouffant hair and long nails.
The lady said something to her husband, and passed him the dog. he stroked the dog's head for a bit, then looked up and noticed me and my sister watching him. So he made a comedy angry face, and mimed strangling its neck. This made me and my sister laugh, so he picked up an ashtray and pretended to beat it over the head, all the time maintaining an expression of crazed fury. We laughed even more, so he put the dog on the floor, and pretended to kick it repeatedly up its tiny arse. Unfortunately in his enthusiasm for entertaining me and my sister, he hadn't noticed that his wife had now returned from the bathroom, to witness him attacking her most loved possession. The scene reached a crescendo with the wife screaming at her husband and thwacking him over the head with his copy of Le Monde as he muttered his froggy apologies. Possibly my happiest moment.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2012, 13:53, 11 replies)
When I was about 11 or 12, I went on holiday to France with my family. We were sitting outside a bistro, having our croissants and hot chocolate in a bowl, and it was all very exciting.
On the table next to us was a man, maybe in his 60s, with his very glamorous French wife. She had enormous hair, a fur coat, long painted nails, lots of perfume. She was a bit like a chubby Cruella De Vil. On her knee she was cradling a very small, very smug-looking pekingese dog, who also sported bouffant hair and long nails.
The lady said something to her husband, and passed him the dog. he stroked the dog's head for a bit, then looked up and noticed me and my sister watching him. So he made a comedy angry face, and mimed strangling its neck. This made me and my sister laugh, so he picked up an ashtray and pretended to beat it over the head, all the time maintaining an expression of crazed fury. We laughed even more, so he put the dog on the floor, and pretended to kick it repeatedly up its tiny arse. Unfortunately in his enthusiasm for entertaining me and my sister, he hadn't noticed that his wife had now returned from the bathroom, to witness him attacking her most loved possession. The scene reached a crescendo with the wife screaming at her husband and thwacking him over the head with his copy of Le Monde as he muttered his froggy apologies. Possibly my happiest moment.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2012, 13:53, 11 replies)
Would have been funnier
If you'd told us the wife had gone to the bog. I thought she was sitting there watching all the time.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2012, 17:39, closed)
If you'd told us the wife had gone to the bog. I thought she was sitting there watching all the time.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2012, 17:39, closed)
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