Just for laughs – Norwichers have least fun

All right, it’s only PR, but bingo website Jackpot Joy’s ‘research’ which shows that Norwich is the most miserable city in the UK is so clearly bo***cks it’s not true.

Norwich is the capital of Norfolk - the funniest county!  When my brother went to buy a stapler in Norfolk, the owner sent him away with the words, “well, I do sell them but they’re not very good.  Try so and so’s down the road.”  They even mark patients records NFN, for ‘Normal for Norwich’.

The ‘research ‘ puts Leeds tops of the cities for the number of time the average person laughs each day.  That’s ahead of their deadly enemy Sheffield, where they laugh just 6.7 times each day.  That CAN’T be right!

Here’s the full ‘table, ‘cleverly titled the ‘FUNDEX of the most and least fun UK cities according to the average daily laughter quota 

1. Leeds – laughing 8.7 times a day
2. Plymouth – laughing 8.6 times a day
3. Newcastle – laughing 8.5 times a day
4. Bristol – laughing 7.8 times a day
5. Cardiff – laughing 7.7 times a day
6. Nottingham – laughing 7.5 times a day
7. Liverpool – laughing 7.4 times a day
8. London – laughing 7.2 times a day
9. Edinburgh – laughing 7.0 times a day
10. Birmingham – laughing 6.9 times a day
11. Southampton – laughing 6.8 times a day
12. Sheffield – laughing 6.7 times a day
13. Belfast – laughing 6.6 times a day
14. Manchester – laughing 6.4 times a day
15. Glasgow – laughing 6.2 times a day
16. Brighton – laughing 6.1 times a day
17. Norwich – laughing 5.4 times a day

And here’s the full, dreadful, press release: Jackpotjoy

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