Good Grief! The Many Shames of Young Geoffrey, Part XXXVII

[ed_rex]

It's worse than I thought. Last night, prior to packing it in before the old year gave way to the new (waking at 4:00 in the morning makes staying up 'till midnight an unlikely proposition; ask me about my newsletter!), I found myself cuddling the cat and watching, ahem, The Royal Canadian Air Farce's New Year's special.

My shame arises not from the fact that I was watching television simply to kill some time as my body readied itself for nocturnal shut-down. No! What worries me is that I laughed. Out loud. At least six times. Even the stupid chicken cannon, spattering Byron and Karlheinz with all manner of ick, forced an eruption of noise sharp and sudden enough to startle the kitty.

Comments

Happy New Year.

[sooguy.livejournal.com]

Is it possible you are getting old enough to fit the target demographic of people-who-stay-home-to-watch-Canadian-Air-Farce?

I'd watch it just for Jessica Holmes. Come to think of it, why don't I watch it just for Jessica Holmes?

There's another New Year's resolution to throw on the pile.

Re: Happy New Year.

[ed-rex.livejournal.com]

Is it possible you are getting old enough to fit the target demographic of people-who-stay-home-to-watch-Canadian-Air-Farce?

I might be old enough, but that's the only way I qualify, I swear!

I was surprised by my laughter, because I have stumbled on it a few times this year and not once (not once! I say) did it make me laugh until last night.

I'll grant that Jessica Holmes is cute, but not worth the show (last night excluded).

I have this urge to dig into my tape collection and see if I still have any of their old radio shows. I confess I thought they were hilarious back in the late 1970s.