Hammergrin is delighted to offer prime-position tickets to the last performance of The Threat of Humour . You must be available to attend the Cork Arts Theatre on the 30th of June at 9pm and you should be willing to enjoy top quality films, music, drama, chat and censored comedy.
All you have to do is illustrate your allegiance to our campaign. Reply to this post with a comment beginning “Humour threatened me when…”. Maybe you have an anecdote to recount; a bad joke to put to rest or a best man’s speech to transcribe. Whatever it is we want to hear.
Here are the rules.
1. Leave a comment below beginning “Humour Threatened me when…”. The comment should be no longer than 200 words and no shorter than 1.
2. Fill in a valid email so we can contact you.
3. Closing date is Monday 25th June (if there are less than 15 valid entry comments the closing date extends).
4. You don’t have to link to this post to win but HAMMERGRIN would appreciate it if you spread the word so we get as many quality entries as possible!
5. Sara-Jane Power, John McCarthy and Eoin Winning of HAMMERGRIN select a winner. Their decision shall be final!
6. HAMMERGRIN (in human form) will then contact the winner and hand over the coveted tickets.
Best of luck!
14 responses so far ↓
Luke // June 11, 2007 at 11:06 pm |
Humour threatened me when … I saw a night of “comedy” at the LV last year. Bad impressions, coarse language, NOT FUNNY! I deserve to make my money back by getting tickets to this. Thanks.
Fionn Woodhouse // June 12, 2007 at 12:49 am |
Humour threatened me when Ronan Leonard entered my car
Will // June 14, 2007 at 9:49 am |
Humour didn’t threathen me… I think it attacked me.
Went to see some “comedy”, can’t remember much but the next morning my ribs felt all brusied from laughter.
Is GBH (Grevious Bodily Humour) a posibilty?
hammergrin // June 15, 2007 at 8:48 pm |
(THIS IS NOT AN ENTRY!!) Just feel it would be discourteous not to say “Yes, why not grevious bodily Humour Will?” and to extend my sympathies to Fionn and point him at the video currently occupying our home page.
Donnacha // June 19, 2007 at 4:56 pm |
Humour threatened me when, during a particularly intricate orthopaedic surgery on a patient’s upper arms, proceedings were quite abruptly interrupted by the Humour department, without glancing over my shoulder, I watched them burst in, Wit, not his usual bright self, Derision, his 6’9” looking down on everyone, Giggles, nervous as usual but the pungent odour suggested his crony was rushing through behinds, and Sarcasm, desperate to be seen at only 3’6”.
“Laughter is the best Medicine” said Wit, scratching his baby lice discreetly.
“This, is no laughing matter”, I wasn’t about to relinquish my patient.
“But this man walked into a bar” sneered Derision.
“It was an iron bar”, they weren’t getting one over on me.
“Come on,” piped up Giggles, “There’s a funny side to this story.”
“When I’m finished with him,” I said, “he won’t have a funny bone in his body”
They backed off, …this time.
It was a scary moment though. If Gags was there, he’d have thrown punchlines.
The theatre is no place for Humour.
And Remember!, just as the big swinging Willy himself said, “All the World’s a stage”.
I think you’ll find this comment is indeed one “no” longer than two hundred words. No?
Ryan Hickey // June 19, 2007 at 6:39 pm |
Humour threatened me when my clown hair trapped me in the branch of a tree.
Claire // June 19, 2007 at 6:41 pm |
Humour threatened me when I mistook a water pistol for a real gun.
Dave Coughlan // June 20, 2007 at 11:58 am |
Humour threatened me down the pub last night. We were there talking about vegatable and legumes (potatoes mostly). When this owl fella (eldery, not a mutant) turns round to us and says “shur brocceli was always there!” started chuckling uncontrollably and left the pub. The night continued…in a subdued manner
Mark O'Leary // June 21, 2007 at 8:48 am |
Humour threatened me when I pooed on myself.
Eric Butler // June 21, 2007 at 1:10 pm |
Humour threatened me when Conor “Kebabs” Lenihan became Minister for Immigration…
Valentine Francis // June 21, 2007 at 1:10 pm |
Humour threatened me when sailing, the malign humours in the air indeed made my crew suffer from terrible afflictions; bleeding gums, loss of teeth, palsy, pox and all manner of devilish bodily disfunction. My ship’s Doctor assures me ’tis but the sea air, and their afflictions shall be cured promptly upon making port, my cabin boy claimed ’twas for lack of fresh fruit, but having contradicted the medical professional aboard I was obliged to take him to my chambers and plough him until he begged forgiveness for his transgression. Well. He was begging before I started really. Ah, the sea life…
Claire Fitz // June 22, 2007 at 1:15 pm |
Humour threatened me when… KABOOM!
Claire Shitz // June 25, 2007 at 10:08 am |
Humour threatened me when I was just a lad. I was 7 or 8 when my papa took me to the circus for the first time. I was ever so excited. I had always loved clowns and so you could imagine my excitement when I was invited backstage after the show. It was like all my birthdays had come at once!
I was sitting in the dressing room when the clowns entered. I was suddenly uneasy as I felt those baggy pants were hiding something, and to my horror they took it in turn to have their way me.
Ever since I’ve had a terrible fear of red noses. It kinda ruined my love of Peter Schmeichel…..
stefanie preissner // June 26, 2007 at 6:55 pm |
Humour Threatened me when standing in a funeral home looking at my granduncle and thinking “i bet he’s pretending”