You know those things you do that you think are really funny but the other person thinks is MESSED up?
Boyfriend and I were a little drunk one night on the housesitting holiday. I cut my finger on… something. It was bleeding. It hurt a little; he ‘there-thered’ me appropriately. I thought I’d fuck with him. When his back was turned, I put some of the blood down my eye to my cheek, as if it was a tear.
‘Ow! Boyfriend, this cut is really hurting. And I can’t cry, because my eyes are… kind of… stinging?’
He turned around, saw my bloody tear, and, genuinely concerned and shocked started to say, ‘Desci! That’s because you… then, realising, clean it off. You filthy bitch.’ Me: ‘hurhurhurhurhurhur’ Him: Eye-rolling laugh.
I stand by it as a legitimate form of humour.
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One more thing: the comedy festival posts’ comments section has been updated with my time at Dylan Moran, Call Girls, Lawrence Leung and Arjy Barjy. Go see <------
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