Friday, 18 March 2011
Red Nose Day. Ha ha?
Am I alone in being very unamused by Red Nose Day? I know it's all in a good cause; I'm sure lots of people enjoy it; I'm also sure that, on balance, it's probably a Good Thing. I went round Sainsbury's this morning, and everyone was wearing silly hats/noses/trousers. A man in a long blond wig and a strange outfit asked me how I was (fine, thanks), and someone was having all his hair shaved off by the checkout. All good clean fun.
Maybe it's because it's all been going on for so long (it started in 1985) that the novelty has warn off. Or maybe - awful thought - it's because I haven't got a sense of humour. Not GSOH but NSOH, or perhaps just W(wrong)SOH. Oh dear.
So I shan't wear a red nose, or stick one on the car, or watch the programme this evening (although I'm tempted by the special edition of Outnumbered). In any case, I'll be out. Of course, I'm not against charitable giving; like everyone else, we give to charity (especially The Smile Train and the Ethiopian Fistula Clinic; I thought I'd give them a plug. As it's Red nose Day).
It's just that I don't think today is any funnier than any other day.