An idiot Abroad - or right here in the living room
An idiot Abroad - or right here in the living room
Another episode of one of my favorite current TV shows, "An Idiot Abroad - the Bucket List" aired last night - and again last night I was in tears - laughing so hard. Being a good southern boy, I have lots of guilt. And I have plenty for all of the pure enjoyment I get from this - and a few other - TV programs.
This morning I was wondering why I'm getting such enjoyment from seeing Pilkington's weekly torment. Generally, it doesn't please me to see other's in pain. Typically it sickens me to see other's hurting. Other people, or other animals for that matter. I've gotta be one of the very few southern males who doesn't go out into the woods to hunt and kill living creatures. I'll save that one for a future post.
I'm really not sure how much of Pilkington's role is an act and how much is him. -- If it is an act, he is pure genius.
So, back to the why. It's gotta be that every time he gets caught up in another totally fearful or embarrissing (or both) role, I can easily (and do) see myself right there in his shoes. Each of those little skits (lists from the bucket) somehow zeroes right into my obviously quite weak psyche.
Well, now that I've had this little confessional, maybe I can get back to watching/enjoying/crying I'm laughing so hard - my favorite new TV program.