August 25th, 2008

full life

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1.  We loved Tropic Thunder and we're intrigued by Hamlet 2 (and I adored Tristram Shandy and Kath loved 24 Hour Party People), so we've had Steve Coogan on the brain a lot lately.  And so before she left for the weekend, Kath and I watched a few episodes of our Netflix'd copy of Season 1 of "I'm Alan Partridge" and immediately it became one of our favorite shows ever.  I was confused, though, because I had been under the impression than Alan Partridge hosted a TV variety show, not a 4:00am radio call-in show.  So imagine my glee when I discovered what I'd been missing.  (Our deluxe Alan Partridge DVD extravaganza arrives (hopefully) tomorrow.)

Question:  who would win in an awkwardness competition, Alan Partridge or David Brent?  They're both incredibly self-absorbed and completely oblivious, but Alan actually lived the dream for a little while, whereas David Brent both thinks he is living the dream and still has further dreams to be dreamed, as it were. 

Bonus:   we (obviously) have a long way to go in terms of getting caught up with Alan Partridge trivia, but it was super-cool to see a pre-Spaced Simon Pegg as an industrial commercial director. 

2.  nounsandverbs sent over a CD of all the stuff we recorded together in the early 90s, and it is both hilarious and frightening.  There's one song in particular that (a) still sounds pretty good, 15 years later, and (b) has maybe the most embarrassing set of lyrics I ever wrote, ever, and yet it's sung with such conviction that I almost sell it.  Key word in that sentence is "almost", of course, because JESUS CHRIST WHAT WAS I THINKING, and WHY DID NOBODY STOP ME.   I played it for Kath when she got home and I must admit I spent most of it curled up in the fetal position.