For generations, the Christmas ‘funny’ book has received a poor press.
For generations, the Christmas ‘funny’ book has received a poor press. We have all been given one, usually by someone who thinks we still have a sense of humour. We have opened it in good faith, we have searched within for the promised mirth and merriment, and finally we have thrown it aside in a burst of unseasonal rage. By mid-January these volumes are clogging up all available Oxfams, or starting fruitful afterlives as loft insulation or raw material for as yet unbuilt motorways. A friend of mine heard that a Christmas funny he had written had ended up under the M6 toll road, which he had to admit was more amusing than anything in the actual book.
The real problem, for writers if not for readers, is that every year there are a few humour books that are genuinely worth buying.
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