I trawl through TV channels; my hopes of something good; poised and ready. I have found treasures here before: I want to find more.
I am starting to get the distinct impression that I don’t enjoy comedy any more. And I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.
It’s not a good thing when a gun-shot is the most predictable outcome of a meeting, but that’s the way it had always been with Bob and Larry; they just couldn’t express affection any other way.
I like to know where I am going. Not in a grand scheme of things way: “God” laughs in the face of my plans; in the day to day.
When was the last time you watched a decent sitcom? They are increasingly rare beasts it seems.