Day: August 1, 2019

Katy and I started rewatching Mongrels, a show that actually made it past the BBC stiff necks in 2010. I’d forgotten just how much I loved it the first time around. Especially Kali the pigeon.

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Nelson:
How was the funeral?

Kali:
I masqueraded as a dead man, partially blinded a child and caused a clergyman to question his faith in Christianity.

Marion:
How was the buffet?

Kali:
Was adequate.

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Kali:
If I wanted to be permanently attached to a needy, accident-prone cretin, I’d move back into my old nest. (cut to Ame Winehouse singing ‘Valerie’ on stage with Kali poking out of her hairdo, talking on a mobile phone) Hello? Is that the council? I’d like to complain about the woman living under me! Why? Because she’s a donkey-faced crack skank! Alright, I’ll hold.

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Kali:
A Thai bride and some Genesis. I’m trying to lure Harry Hill.

Thai Bride:
Come on baby, me love you long time.

Harry Hill:
I could’ve sworn I heard Genesis…

Kali:
Oh God, Kali! Improvise, improvise, improvise, improvise, improvise, improvise, ooh, World War II stick grenade!
(Kali throws grenade; everyone ducks as there’s a huge explosion; Harry Hill’s clothes fall on top of them)

Marion:
So, Harry Hill… brown bin or blue bin?

All:
Brown bin…