Darling we're the Young Ones
I'm watching the Young Ones again. I think it's been something like, uh, 5 years since I last watched any.
This is a crime. A terrible, terrible crime and I should be whipped and beaten like the dog I am for such terribleness.
I had forgotten how marvelous it was. I think it's important that I introduce as much random shit in my house as possible now, because I too want an Atombomb in my kitchen. Certainly safer than our fridge.
Having said all that, I'm slightly worried about the state of life that allows me to find ancient comedy so hilarious. Not that this is that ancient, but, uh, it may have been made before I can talk. Then again I'm young and fuck me this show is about us.
We are living a brilliant British comedy.
That leaves some people out, but I like what I've done there.
Oh, and I've done plenty of flickr sorting recently. And people, please... learn to read. It's quite easy to distinguish between MY photos there, and someone else's. So Dad, no, I don't have a cute little dragon tattoo.
Listening to: Soldier Girl from the album "The Beginning Stages Of... [UK]" by The Polyphonic Spree
[posted with ecto]