I was funny once.

I'd like you to know that this has nothing to do with the fact that I just got engaged a short while ago.

No, this is to do with re re re re reading some of my old bloggings, which I enjoyed and made myself laugh by listening to as I read them outloud.

So where have I been in the gap between now and the last funny which has caused me to lose my voom va va? Well, I've been all over. All over England and Wales and even bits in between and not. I've been doing some of my mind pirating, some of my award winning musical impressions and just generally farting about. But not actually farting, obviously, my mum doesn't like that.

Speaking of people who don't like things, welcome back Herbert! He's been away see and he gets very uppity if I don't 'show him some big love' on his return.

'Don't put me in quote marks, that's not what I actually said, you're making me out to be some kind of idiot or mental person'.

Herbert, you're a wooden giraffe, the patron saint and religious leader of some scandinavian geese and a CD rack. What about you isn't very crazy?

'My horns. They're actually quite lifelike really'.

I've never understood why a giraffe should have horns, it's not like you're going to fight with them.

'Actually we totally do. There's a complex mating ritual, very complex. For little giraffes it involves ladders and puppets.'

I didn't dare to ask why little giraffes should be doing mating things, but for all I know he didn't actually mean young'uns.

Losing your funny isn't necessarily a disease that you contract for a lifetime, but certainly for the length of a blog post.

Difficult, isn't it? The rambly nature of this post is due to it being started in a different year to that in which it was finished.