...which means it's time for
The Irish R.M.
It's tuff to think what I got from my father - he was a sober, serious man whom I saw laugh out loud exactly once, while I'm a fucking ass-clown. - XMASTIME
I've mentioned several times throughout this site my memories of watching the Masterpiece Theatre presentation of The Irish RM
as a little kid, during which I'd get maybe 5% of the humor but would
laugh along, bewildered, while my dad laughed uproariously. - XMASTIME
One thing about
Downton Abbey is that in looking at it today I'd have no problem believing it was produced in 1983, the same year
The Irish RM was on; now here I am, only slightly younger than my dad was at the time, and I'm laughing/crying uproariously at it. I guess
Downton Abbey, after all these years, is
MY Irish RM.
"They were 'Black Protestants', all of them, in virtue of their
descent from a godly soldier of Cromwell, and all were prepared at any
moment of the day or night to sell a horse."
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