The clown gave his love a dozen red noses.

So I've been watching some of the Red Nose Day programmes (by the way, I think Red Nose Day is a rather good idea and yes, I bought a nose, but wore it only briefly to scare BossBaby), and a few sociological things stuck in my mind. They may be overgeneralizations, much like the one that says Germans like Bratwurst and Lederhosen, but maybe some of the natural born British in my readership can confirm or deny this.

It seems to me that the British like women in uniforms.
It is acceptable for men to dress up as women in a stage context or for fun, and camp it up, without impingement on their masculinity (unless, like Graham Norton, they are openly gay and play with dressing up as women from a different angle. Norton, by the way, not only looks good as a woman, he can also sing, which was quite a surprise to me).
It is also acceptable for men to get their kit off for a good cause, and some will run naked around Piccadilly circus. I've not seen women do this, so my guess is that that would cause a scandal.
Fart jokes are okay, as is wiggling one's bum into the camera, but words like "shit" or "bugger" (let alone "fuck") are not (unless you are Angus Deayton or do it in character, like Catherine Tate as "Nan").
Snogging someone in front of a camera seems to be an unusual thing, if I read the excitement about various charity kisses correctly.
And finally, there appear to be situations when it is not only accepted, but expected, for people to make fun / utter fools of themselves without the aid of alcohol, and no-one will think the worse of them for it.

The thing about this Red Nose Day is that, from programmes about previous such events and all the hype about it, I was led to believe that it would not only be a lot of fun, but also that unexpected things might happen. However, it all looked very sane and controlled, and while some segments had me chuckling, the only thing I found that was like the British comedy I love is the WWII pilot sketch with Mitchell and Webb and Armstrong and Miller, because of the delightful dichotomy between the setting and the language. Here's the sketch; sadly, the quality isn't too good, but it's the only one I could find that is not from the BBC and hence viewable around the world.

Soak up the sun

It is annoyingly beautiful outside. Annoying because I have no intention to leave the premises today. It's sunny, and the sun already has enough power that I can practically watch my washing dry on the line, and a t-shirt seems to be enough to wear.
I think I found the solution though. I'm going to take a chair outside and read in the sun and relatively fresh air of close-to-central London.