I remember growing up in an beautiful Cotswold village, my friend used to come round and I would regale him with funny tales and jokes.

I thought our friendship would last forever. One such time I told a particularly funny pun he laughed so hard I thought that he may burst. During his mirth I took the opportunity to throw a large piece of soft sheep shite in to his mouth. He threatened to stab me and ran away...Why is having friends so difficult for me?