I must mention that John Crace nearly killed me on Saturday. I do not have the lungs for laughter. He writes 'Digested Classics' in The Guardian on Tuesday/Saturday. His potted version of Daphne du Maurier's 'Rebecca' was spot on, and Saturday's version of 'Of Mice and Men' by John Steinbeck literally split my sides.
Laughter is not a recommended remedy for pleurisy. This is why I'm stuck with Adverts and Big Brother. I saw 'Mamma-mia!' last night. Flotsam and jetsam, but very funny. A genuine 'feel good' film, but unfortunately it did nothing but harm to my lungs.