What makes you laugh?

Laughing does clever things in the brain that makes us feel better - as any child can tell you. Watch a toddler - he or she will launch into giggles at every opportunity. And their laughter is infectious - we have to join in.

Which set me thinking - is it the contagion of laughing, the fact that we are doing it together, that makes the difference? I live alone, and rarely laugh out loud when I'm on my own. Something has to be hilarious to set me off on a guffaw by my solitary fireside. Would I be more inclined to giggle if there were someone else watching, or listening, or reading with me?

So I've a little experiment. Here is a clip which always, even when I'm alone, makes me crease up. I think it's the sound of other people helpless with laughter that gets me going - rather than anything to do with the comment that set them off.

It's an audio-clip (and about cricket, but please don't let that put you off. Indeed, it is almost the point - if you know nothing about cricket but this still makes you laugh, then that confirms my suspicions!)

So - does this make you laugh? (If the link won't connect, it will work if you cut and paste it into an address bar.)

http://cricketcrowd.com/displayvideo.php?ccvideo=2443

And, if this doesn't make you laugh, what does?

Digging Holes

Many years ago (it feels like another lifetime now), when I was a Probation Officer, I worked with a lad (I'll call him Tom) who had just come out of a juvenile correctional facility (posh name, dreadful place) and asked what he did all day.

   'Diggin' holes,' Tom said. 'They called it gardening, but it was diggin' holes.'

   His pulling himself together had nothing to do with hole-digging and everything to do with an imaginative youth officer who set him to help younger kids at risk of going wrong. Last heard of, he had a wife and family and he'd never seen the inside of a prison.

   Two weeks ago - I noticed a water leak in the road near my house. (There is a connection - bear with me!). A water-person came a drew blue arrows on the road, pointing to the leak. I can only assume that the leak-mending people needed help to identify water bubbling up in the middle of the road. But they came anyway, and dug a big hole - which filled up with water and spilled all over everywhere generally adding to the mud and debris scattered all over the road. Then they filled the hole in again - and even more water spilled through its cracks and crevices and the only thing we had to be grateful for was it not being icy.

   Today - they have returned, and are digging the hole up again. Will they mend the leak this time? Or will they peer into their hole and scratch their stubble (yes, they are all men - no women with beards) and agree, yes, there is a leak? Who knows?

   But it seems, from my ignorant standpoint, that this hole-digging is as pointless as Tom's 'gardening'.

Which only goes to show how little I know - because Tom worked things out in the end, my water leak will be mended eventually, and maybe they know something I don't know. Is there is treasure to be found at the bottom of their holes? There might be an intrinsic joy in hole-digging that has simply passed me by. It might be a secret, magical process, the gateway to Nirvana?

   Maybe it doesn't matter. Some processes make more sense than others. Does everything has to have a reason? Is there no space for digging holes just for the joy of it? I am sure there are many who regard the pleasure I take from cricket in the same light!