British comedies are an old staple at the household.

Monty Python and Blackadder are tops, and I’m starting to expose Juimiin to lesser programs also beamed here via BBC or PBS. The sardonic humor expressed in some of the writing is echoed today by Dennis Miller’s monologue metaphors. I delude myself that rarely I’m funny, but my words are ghastly pale compared to lines like:

blessed as you are with a head that is emptier than a hermit’s address book

go out and buy a turkey so large you’d think its mother had been rogered by an omnibus

he is as likely to be caught as fox being chased by a pack of one-legged hunting tortoises

Next time you use an adjective, and can excuse a slight delay, think of some way of giving a full imaginative experience of your idea. For example, when describing the posture of a sleepy kid, after only 20 seconds’ thought I came up with:

he’s as limp as a well-molested mop

The world deserves better, and more.