'How Not To Live Your Life' - How to make a comedy

Just finished (re) watching an episode of 'How Not To Live Your Life' on BBC 2. Also discovered that the new series will be on sometime in the autumn. This is great news. For those who haven't seen it (which will be most people, as it's on at around midnight on BBC 3 whenever new episodes are broadcast - because what we all want is repeats of 'Gavin and Stacey' instead of new shows) 'How Not To Live Your Life' is a sitcom, written by and starring Dan Clark, about a "dickhead" named Don who inherits a stately house from his recently deceased grandmother. He has no job, no friends... no life. Essentially, the show is about Don and his bad manners and judgement getting him into awkward situations. Series 1 concerns his failed attempts to get together with his flatmate, Abby, and his hatred of her pretentious boyfriend, while series 2 is about his new flatmate, Sam, and the love-hate relationship they have. The real stars are the supporting cast, Eddie, Don's home help (who he seemingly inherited from his grandmother) and Mrs Treacher, his elderly next door neighbour (catchphrase : Q : "You alright Mrs Treacher? A : "No! My husband's dead, remember?") who are expertly used - prominent enough to be hilarious, but not over-used so as to be annoying. Series 2 is currently being repeated on BBC2, and should be available on Iplayer for a week after each episode so I highly recommend watching it, it may not be everyone's cup of tea but if you have the right sense of humour it's genuinely laugh-out-loud hilarious.
The joy of seeing a repeat of this amazing show, was the highlight of a rather awful day. I actually managed a good night of sleep for the first time in a while, and I managed to sleep until half 12, when my dad came in to say Sainsbury's had phoned. I phoned them back, "would you like to do some over-time?" they said. I agreed. This was a mistake. About 2 and a half hours through my four hour shift, I started to experience some vision problems. I knew what was coming. Migraine. I must warn you good people, that the checkout of a supermarket is absolutely the worst place to get a migraine. Here's a scenario :
Me (half-blind, nauseous, and with Slipknot playing a land-mine and air-raid siren solo in my head remember) : Hi :)
Customer : Hi, nice weather isn't it?
Me : Yeah, must be 'cos I'm working, it's always sunny when I'm working!"
Checkout : BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Agony doesn't cover it

And just to top off my great day, this blog won't go out of bold. Great. I had planned to write more, but all this bold will offend your eyes.
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