Philomena Cunk
Comedy ain’t what it used to be. I will probably piss off a few if I say that I found “Father Ted” or “Mrs Brown’s Boys” to be distinctly unfunny to the point of embarrassment. Especially the latter. I hate … Continue reading →
Comedy ain’t what it used to be. I will probably piss off a few if I say that I found “Father Ted” or “Mrs Brown’s Boys” to be distinctly unfunny to the point of embarrassment. Especially the latter. I hate … Continue reading →
I watched a bit of television over the weekend. I hasten to add that my viewing deliberately avoided that rocky horror show they call Eurovision. I’m delighted to say I never saw even a scrap of it thereby retaining some … Continue reading →
I had a unfortunate episode last night. Herself and I were waiting for a programme to start but had to wait about fifteen minutes. As is normal at these times I switched to the channel concerned and turned the volume … Continue reading →
I am tired. I crave sleep. It’s my own fault. Well, no it’s not my fault. I blame Netflix. We started watching “Better Call Saul”. Grand. I hadn’t watched it before and before we knew what we were doing we … Continue reading →