Watson & Oliver

It’s been a long time since I’ve been enjoying an old skool sketch show as much as I’ve been enjoying Watson & Oliver. I hadn’t heard of either Lorna Watson or Ingrid Oliver before, but they’ve obviously been around for some time, as they’re quite good and work well together.



A lot of their humour is observational and depending on repetition, as in both the sketch above and below. I’ve known co-workers/volunteers like her below, while the caf sketch is only mildly funny at first, but having been repeated in succesive shows has only become funnier.



They’re also good at getting in character, as seen here in the second of their Kate and Wills sketches.



All in all not a bad way of ending a Monday night.

Three months on — it still hurts

Sandra would’ve loved this weather. Not the cold so much, as her kidney troubles and other health problems leaving her vulnerable to colder temperatures just like my more proportioned build left me cursing milder weather. Besides which, she always was nesh, stemming from a childhood when winters were routinely bitter cold and central heating non-existing. But despite this, she’d still rather have cold, crisp, clear winter days like today was, then the endless grey and wet misery that’s the usual Dutch winter, when the country draws into itself from November to long into April if you’re unlucky. She had been spoiled with winters in Plymouth, Devon and Cornwall’s relatively southern latitude and gentle caress of the Gulf Stream ensuring almost sub-tropical winters. I remember being there with her in November one year, still walking around in t-shirt when I had had to wear a wintercoat and gloves in Amsterdam the day before…

She’s beyond such cares now of course, today making it exactly three months since she died. Sometimes I wonder if the prospect of another long, grey Dutch winter didn’t help her make the decision not to fight on anymore. I can’t blame her if true, but I do miss her. Especially when something like the video below happens. Four months ago I would’ve rung her to share its awwness, or shown it to her on Youtube the next day, now there’s nobody to share it with, well, expect all y’all:



Adorable, isn’t it? The kitten that is, not Kenny Dalgliesh.