TV in the Bedroom

Pretty and I don't have satellite service on our bedroom tv like we do through the rest of the house. It was one stipulation that I made a few years ago when I acquiesced to a television in our room at all.

My reasoning was not high-minded nor complex. I simply did not want my bed to become like Ned's in "One Fish Two Fish":

"...I do not like
this bed at all.
A lot of things
have come to call.
A cow, a dog, a cat a mouse.
Oh! What a bed! Oh! What a house!"

i.e. If our bedroom tv were SpongeBob-ready, I'd end up like my poor friend Eric.

For the first year, this arrangement worked great - "NewsRadio" was newly-syndicated and Phil Hartman's Bill McNeal was the funniest character since Ted Baxter in the early years of MTM. But as endless episodes of "Frasier" and "Raymond" began polluting the tube, I gravitated back to (gasp!) reading.

Recently, I stumbled upon a new (to me) BBC sitcom called "Keeping up Appearances" on PBS. British comedy has always been one of two compelling reasons to keep government tv. (That hippie painter who talked like he was luring a 6 year-old into his cargo van being the other.)

I'm hooked. Here are Hyacinth Bucket ("Bouquet, spelled B-U-C-K-E-T. Bouquet.") and Onslow, her brother-in-law, a limey Homer Simpson. My two favorite characters.

Give it a shot - 10:00. Oops - 9:58. Gotta go!