Cracking Jokes

I do suffer considerable anguish. People might not think that I do. But I do. I say things and observe things and offer opinion and comment and want to crack jokes. I love it when I can get a laugh.Love it!!! I store jokes almost neurotically alphabeticed, as Nick Hornby once said about mens' record collections; in the hope that one day I can crease someone with a one-liner. Instead of concentrating on my business or filling out tax-returns I day-dream about stupid jokes that I can store up like ammunition to shoot at my nearest and dearest; preferably when they're not expecting it. Lucky for me my Mum can't remember jokes. Yet she just loves them. Every time I go up to Clacton I line her up and say "Have I told you the joke about the guy dancing naked around his tomato plants?" Or some other silly story.  She looks at me blankly and says "No". I know I told the joke last year. But I repeat it anyway and she nearly wets herself laughing. Now believe me folks that's your best audience!!! But getting back to anguish; the worst thing is that someone has heard the joke before and crushes it or even worse doesn't get it or even thinks that it's not really worth getting in the first place. That's where I suffer. If you set yourself up; you can be knocked down. And I think more and more these days that "Why did I set myself up for that one?" Its a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing!