Elocution lessons
I find that Brendan O’Carroll’s Mrs. Brown tends to polarize the audience; either you love it or you hate it. I think it’s great, so does my dad. It’s really old-fashioned panto humour, and he is as sharp as a knife. However, some people seem keen to begrudge him. So on Sunday evening, I showed one of the begrudgers the clip above, as a kind of a told-you-so. (Dad had shown it to me, which is generally a good means of quality control.) And guess what, the begrudger cracked his heart laughing.
I do love a good sing-song
Brendan O’Carroll’s Mrs. Brown appears to be the surprise big hit of 2011. It appears that he’s been a big hit with my parents as well, so we all sat down as a family to watch Mrs Brown’s Christmas Special on Christmas night. It had been commissioned by the BBC, and probably had an audience that day of a multiple of the entire population of Ireland. Anyway, the five of us added to that number and it was thirty minutes of quality good-humoured family television.
Have a look at this clip. I was in tears I laughed so hard. Nothing beats a good sing-song.
N.B. Turned out that Trevor, the son who was a prieesht in the Missions, actually turned out to a be a bit of alright.
