Irony - A beautiful, beautiful thing.

Oh comedy, I love you. I honestly do. There's so many different types of it too, that appeal to different people. Personally, I love a bit of stupidity but I also love something clever and well worked, that's perhaps not so immediately accessible. This is probably why I'm such a big fan of Mitchell and Webb (the former of the two I have been compared to many times, which worries me a bit) because they've found such a brilliantly funny and dynamic medium of silly antics and intelligent humour. For me personally though, I'll always be more hungry for more high end humour, if you like. I was never a fan of Catherine Tate, or of Little Britain. I found them too unnecessarily crude at times, and crucially, reeking badly from a distinct lack of laughter. But hey, it's all down to opinion, and (for the first series) I could see the appeal of the aforementioned programmes. One branch of intelligent comedy then, is irony. It's so hard to explain what it even is...I suppose it's something that will just click after a while (or after a few failed attempts at using it, as a certain cousin of mine found out, bless him). It's just like the way in which Will Ferrell's Ron Burgundy struggles to get to grips with the phrase 'When in Rome...', in what is almost certainly my favourite film of all time, Anchorman. Once correctly grasped, irony is such a fantastic tool. It can be so simple, but yet it always feels quite clever. There's just so many examples of it. A fire station burning down is funny. The RAC breaking down is funny. An escapologist being trapped and dying in a lift is funny. An anti-claustrophobic astronaut is funny (he hates space...). The fact that repeating the word 'quench' will eventually make you feel thirsty is funny. The fact that saying 'cringeable' instead of 'cringeworthy' is in fact cringeworthy in itself, is funny. The day I lose my grip on the general concept of irony is the day that I feel as though I should die. Life just wouldn't be the same without it...