We were eating lunch at work the other day, there was a big panorama window and I spotted a forklift pottering passed at no more than 10 km/h with at least 6-7 cars following it just waiting to pass. I collapsed laughing, everyone else looking bewildered at me. I guess my weird sense of humour origin to when we lived in Kent, England. I must have been between 3 and 5 when, and this is one of my first memories at all, dad took me out to see The Jungle Book, the old Disney cartoon classic. We got in the wrong room and saw Ghost Busters I. My dad was loving it, for 12 years and up it was a comedy, I was hugging my chair in terror wondering what the hell a comedy was!?