Off To The Improv

It's easier to write posts when you're busy doing things, and tonight I'll be off to see 'Paul Merton and his Improv Chums'. Will it be good? Hopefully? Will it be nice to get out of the house? Yes! Would it be better if it weren't quite so late, in Swansea, and a dreaded birthday present? Probably. Birthdays! Oh, birthdays aren't so bad, but it would be nice if they weren't highlighted quite so much. It will be fun to see Paul Merton live, that great figure from so many episodes of 'Just A Minute' and 'Have I Got News For You'. Apparently, he is a real person. Who would have thought it? Do you think Tony Hawks is real too?

In other trivial news, I broke finally into the fourth and final season of 'Mork And Mindy', and the dynamic twosome finally got married, even though Mork turned into a dog. You wouldn't expect any different, really. If only they hadn't specified that stupid reverse aging back in season one, this would now all be so much easier. At least they've finally jettisoned the baggage of that imposed extended cast and reverted to something like the original setup. Is the curse of network meddling finally gone, but too late? Dawber and Williams may well be the most convincing, vulnerably and heartfelt couple I've ever seen in television show. Of course, it's all a great distraction from paper corrections, along with 'The Bionic Woman', 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' and the last few episodes of the beloved 'Addams Family'. Gosh, isn't archive television awesome? And archive literature too?

This is probably going to be a short Quirky Muffin, a prelude to the reaction to the show that is planned to go up tomorrow. It's so unusual to be going anywhere in the evening, and nerve-inducing. At least a double bill of classic 'Star Trek' earlier with the parents calmed things down a little, as has my continued trek through the epic 'Journey To The West'. If I ever finish all four volumes then I'll be able to watch the series 'Monkey'. Four volumes, comprising thousands of pages, including some extensive extremely blank verse. At least, I assume it's blank verse. In the original language, it was probably not blank at all.

That's enough. A shirt must be retrieved, and perhaps a tie. A tie? No, that would be madness! Never the tie!

O.