It's been a very busy week. I'll get back to blogging more regularly soon, but in the meantime, I love this and couldn't agree more:
I'm new to the Stephen Fry fanclub, but he seems to be everywhere right now, eh?
On our last night in Paris, Robert and I stayed in a hotel near the airport, so we could catch our early-ish flight the next day. Weary from ten days of hearing French and Czech, we were doing some channel surfing. We caught a French reality show that involved people doing various magic/stupid human tricks, a laugh track, and a host that looked like a cross between Penn Gillette and Carrot Top. Then we caught an episode of QI on the BBC. Of course the language itself was a balm, but what a smart, funny show.
The contrast was striking between QI and the French show. But that's not really fair, is it, making Carrot Top the apex of French TV and Stephen Fry the British counterpart? Still, there was something so deliciously comforting about Mr. Fry's show.
Hat tip: Keith Snyder