J-J-Jean-Paul! G-Get in here and serve these customers!
A sequence of commentary to a recent post (which has now wandered off into rat-fetish soap opera. Thankfully I don't watch anything like enough telly for it to make sense) reminded me that many things that are clearly considered funny by the majority, are in fact deeply depressing.
'Open all hours' for instance, is a grim Existentialist parable in which an everyman struggles with his nature and the oppressive urban environment in which he finds himself. There is no progress or escape from the futility of his existence and to watch an episode is to experience a half-hour bolt of despair at the human condition.
'Last of the summer wine' isn't as soul-destroying. 'Andy Capp' is far worse.
'Open all hours' for instance, is a grim Existentialist parable in which an everyman struggles with his nature and the oppressive urban environment in which he finds himself. There is no progress or escape from the futility of his existence and to watch an episode is to experience a half-hour bolt of despair at the human condition.
'Last of the summer wine' isn't as soul-destroying. 'Andy Capp' is far worse.