It’s been a while round about these parts, so I figured what the hey? – time for another six-parter blog.
Copying myself (not that there’s anything wrong with that), I’ll spend the next few days following the lead of my earlier – dare I say it, popular – indie-music competition. Starting with 32 mere contenders (think Marlon Brando in On The Waterfront), I’ll keep on reducing the field by a half every day until only a single, exceptional one of these is left standing: the winner (think Gene Kelly in Singin’ in the Rain).
Only, instead of choosing between sometimes-obscure Britpop albums, this time round my search is for the greatest modern sitcom! (And, naturally, by ‘modern’ I mean roughly since the late-80s but mostly more recent, and not including stuff that’s animated.)
It should all be a whole lot of fun, and hopefully you’ll have a good time following along as well – without, finger’s crossed, getting too mad at me for my idiot opinions… Either way, I think I’m right in saying that NOW is the perfect time to kick back again and enjoy a good old-fashioned chuckle. Right? After all, the Royal Wedding is over and Bin Laden is dead – so there’s nothing else going on anymore, is there? We’ve reached the end of news, so let’s have a giggle. (Quickly, mind. Before al-Qaeda finally succeeds in the tricky task of blowing up its underpants. Or Harry decides to get married too.)
Here’s Round One, drawn at random and illustrated with a fussy kind of neatness (my rudimentary grasp of Microsoft Publisher + the too much time I have on my hands):
The results? Tomorrow, my friends, tomorrow.