Ladies! Gentlemen!
I have stumbled upon a new area of exploration and research in my never ending quest to understand the Universe and it's secrets (and subsequently forget them in a drunken stupour and lose all my notes). It is the study of the phenomenon whereby TV comedy programmes and comedians that made you crawl across the floor, convulsing with laughter as a 5-10 year old are beamed back at you as an adult, via satellite tv and countdown shows, only to make you silently cringe with embarrassment and die a little inside. For the purposes of shorthand, I shall call it 'Carrott Syndrome', after the brain puree-ingly tedious Brummie comedian whose show I rarely missed as a nine year old. You may well have your own personal favourite, but I believe Jasper works as a universal 'Why The Fuck Did I Find That Tit Funny?' moment for many of my generation.
A familiar cry of many a colleague seems to be 'I remember that show! Was it funny or was I imagining things......? My assertion is that no, you probably weren't imagining anything, but please don't buy the DVD in an attempt to find out.
I have discovered one thing in all this research. Rab C Nesbitt was no mirage. I bought the first series dirt cheap on DVD recently and to be honest I would have payed twice what I coughed up for it. Ian Pattison is a fucking genius.
I realise I'm sending out mixed messages here, but would you seriously buy an 'Up The Elephant & Round The Castle' DVD on the off chance it was a fraction as amusing as you half remembered it might have been?
You would? Shit, we're in trouble...............
Let Tom Waits Sooth yr soul. This is my anthem, it should be yours too...............
I have stumbled upon a new area of exploration and research in my never ending quest to understand the Universe and it's secrets (and subsequently forget them in a drunken stupour and lose all my notes). It is the study of the phenomenon whereby TV comedy programmes and comedians that made you crawl across the floor, convulsing with laughter as a 5-10 year old are beamed back at you as an adult, via satellite tv and countdown shows, only to make you silently cringe with embarrassment and die a little inside. For the purposes of shorthand, I shall call it 'Carrott Syndrome', after the brain puree-ingly tedious Brummie comedian whose show I rarely missed as a nine year old. You may well have your own personal favourite, but I believe Jasper works as a universal 'Why The Fuck Did I Find That Tit Funny?' moment for many of my generation.
A familiar cry of many a colleague seems to be 'I remember that show! Was it funny or was I imagining things......? My assertion is that no, you probably weren't imagining anything, but please don't buy the DVD in an attempt to find out.
I have discovered one thing in all this research. Rab C Nesbitt was no mirage. I bought the first series dirt cheap on DVD recently and to be honest I would have payed twice what I coughed up for it. Ian Pattison is a fucking genius.
I realise I'm sending out mixed messages here, but would you seriously buy an 'Up The Elephant & Round The Castle' DVD on the off chance it was a fraction as amusing as you half remembered it might have been?
You would? Shit, we're in trouble...............
Let Tom Waits Sooth yr soul. This is my anthem, it should be yours too...............
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