TV is a medium. but on rare occasions it is well-done, and actually worth watching .


God is tall, thin, has a moustache and a very funny walk.



You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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Fawlty Towers - Classic Comedy

Right, well I'll go and have a lie down then.
No I won't; I'll go and hit some guests.

God is tall, thin, has a moustache and a very funny walk. He is in an eternal struggle with the devil who is short bossy and on the phone at the moment. Archangel Gabriel is the maid who actually runs the place, and Manuel is the donkey in the manger.

That is the gospel of Fawlty. We use to learn the scriptures, wait for it to show on our small tv set like the second coming at least, and were delighted by every pun, every facial expression, of the fawltiness of it all.

I still watch out loud when I watch it these days, and I still watch it these days. It’s a default thing. Tired? Nothing to see? Want the comfort of a certain laugh and a familiar tone? Fawlty towers. It's good for you.


Next contestant, Mrs. Sybil Fawlty from Torquay. Specialist subject - the bleeding obvious.

It wasn’t the best sitcom around. Even with the wonderful cast it was still not the best. Not at the gags-per-minute race, not at the twisted plot yarns and not at the production level. But it was pure genius evil and reeked of such old British charmless charm it was endearing. You couldn’t help falling in love with poor old basil Fawlty and his hell on earth in torquay. Just thinking of torquay makes me laugh and cry at the same time, by definition a British beachfront holiday town is funny. It is almost a contradiction in terms…

May I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window?
Sydney Opera House, perhaps?
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically...?

Manuel was a gem. Sybil was uncanny. Polly was loveable. But basil…ah…basil Fawlty. It was all constructed around the annoying sarcastic always on the verge of a nervous breakdown lazy smart-alek john Cleese. And he is not even Jewish.

Before we had Fawlty towers we never knew you can stack sarcasm that high. And someone must have overloaded him as it was spilling all around the place. The final sarcasm of a tortured man, laughing at the guys operating the rack. He was not trying to make things better. Never. Just trying to get a couple of nag-free moments and listen to Brahms. Is that too much to ask?

Sybil: Don't forget the menu.
Basil: I beg your pardon?
Sybil: Don't forget the menu.
Basil: I thought you said you want—
              Right! I'll do the menu!
[puts down the picture, walks over to a typewriter .]
Sybil: You could have had them both done by now if you hadn't spent the whole morning skulking in there listening to that racket.
Basil: Racket? That's Brahms! Brahms' Third Racket!

If there is a real anti-hero in sitcoms, it is indeed basil Fawlty, at least he was one of the most accomplished ones if only for the prowess he showed at not being a hero. A coward might die a thousand times, but they usually got a very long life span to do all that dying, so its ok. Basil was even worse than that.

He was already dead , at least inside. All he was asking is that everybody will stop kicking the cold corpse and if you can please just close the lid of the coffin that would be lovely.
What? No, of course, it is quite all right, I will do it myself, sorry to have bothered you. Now who haven’t had days like this?
Hell, I had months like this.

Difference is he was funny while doing it and I was just miserable. And here I thought that blues is the only place you can make a living off your misery. Ahm…wander what would a basil Fawlty blues would sound like…

Well, let me tell you, if the Lord had meant us to worry, he would have given us things to worry about.
Basil Fawlty: HE HAS! MY WIFE!!
She will be back here in four hours and she can kill a man at ten paces with one blow of her tongue! How am I supposed not to worry?

Fawlty towers is my favorite sitcom and will always be my favorite sitcom. If you haven’t seen it, you have led a sheltered life, and if you have seen it? You are either smilling to yourself quoting memorable phrases now like I do, or have forgotten by the grace of sublimation and sclerosis and should really watch it again, play with the scab a little.

Remind yourself how good your life is by listening to the non ending banter of nags and whines which is the foundations Fawlty towers are built on.

English lesson
Manuel on the phone
Torquay road rage
I will deal with it