Yes, I was feeling quite well, until I…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s dance is the Bygdedans from Norway.
Come on Stella! Let’s Bygdedans round the kitchen for a while! Look out, mind that big pan of hot porridge bubbling away on the stove!…
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Do you remember that TV series, House MD, from fifteen or more years ago? It had that jolly good British actor Hugh Laurie in the title role, acting American surprisingly well. (click)
I liked it. I recall being glued to it weekly; it was well written and acted, and the plots were always surprising, oh, and the dialogue was always consistently witty (you don’t get much wit on TV these days!) and it was engaging and sometimes even shocking…
Of course when some TV thing like this is successful the company can’t seem to let go of it, and they usually drag it out for far too many episodes, well after they have used up all the best plots – what a pity that is – but they all seem to do it – yes, it always comes down to money over art.
Why am I going on about this?
Well, one of the more obscure Freeview TV channels has been showing a couple of episodes from one of the early series every day – and I’m really enjoying watching them again. (click)
The trouble is though, that when I notice in myself: the slightest sniffle, itch, ache, blemish, ear-wax noise, joint click, mad dream, hiccup, stubbed toe, guitarist’s elbow, little cough, eyelid flicker, unusual smell, wobbly knee, funny taste in the back of the mouth, writer’s cramp, sudden ankle cramp in the night, existential angst, relentless irritability, occasional clearing of the throat, shiver, wheeze, gastric tardiness, snotty nose, gurgling tubes, creaking neck, tummy butterflies, blinky watery eyes, and excessive yawning in the morning – it makes me think I’ve got some hard-to-diagnose extremely rare disease, that can only be cured at the last minute, following a long series of exhaustive and spectacularly unpleasant tests and procedures…
It was a great show though!
But I wish I had Dr House’s phone number… Hugh Laurie’s would do, at a pinch…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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5 Responses to Yes, I was feeling quite well, until I…

  1. ktz2 says:

    I agree it was a quite good show, although the disease or incurable condition of the week was usually something far-fetched.
    For a long time I didn’t know Hugh Laurie was English, because his ‘American’ was so spot-on. Even after I knew and started looking for tiny slip-ups or clues, I never found one. I always wonder if any Americans faking English/British accents are good enough to fool the real thing,I doubt it.

    • Dave Whatt says:

      Me, I liked them far-fetched!
      Yes, Hugh’s accent was very convincing, wasn’t it? I wonder which part of the US the accent was based on? There are, like here in the UK, so many variations.

      • ktz2 says:

        His ‘accent’ is really a lack of one, such as Texas, the South, New York, Chicago, Boston, far north like Wisonsin or Maine– it was just sort of a generic American

  2. ktz2 says:

    Also I read that he would switch the cane & limping leg at whim, just to amuse himself, and nobody seemed to notice hahah

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