There's this British sitcom that I've just started watching last night and holy cow, it's freaking hilarious. It's called
Miranda and it's about this socially-awkward six-feet tall woman who owns a joke shop and is constantly being hounded by her mother to get married already. In the first episode, she discovers that the new chef-slash-waiter in the restaurant next door to her shop is Gary, her friend from university whom she's been in love with ever since. The following is a sample of their extremely excruciating (but in a good way) exchange (I just made an alliteration! Heck yeah!):
Gary: I just popped in to ask... Actually, you're not with anybody or married or anything at the moment?
Miranda: Yep, yep. Of course, yeah.
Gary: Oh. Really? Kids?
Miranda: Yeah. I got two. It's all I can do. Orlando and uh... Bloom. (awkward pause) You?
Gary: No, I'm still single.
Miranda: Me too.
Gary: You just said you're married.
Miranda: Divorced now.
Gary: And the kids?
Miranda: Dead.
Gary: Really? What happened?
Miranda: They froze.
If you're having a bad day and you want a cheer-me-upper or you've got nothing else to do and you're up for a laugh, I strongly recommend this show for you. A small warning though: You may want to make sure that you either have understanding housemates or soundproofed bedroom walls. I watched it at past 12 midnight and I cracked up every minute that I eventually stopped trying to keep the sound of my laughter down.
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