DAHLINGS -
As
mes fidèles lecteurs aimant know, I do
not watch television, except when it is necessary (the
Academy Awards, for example). However, because you know
everything about
moi (my life is an open book with only some of the pages torn out), I feel I must throw myself on your mercy and confess:
I have become completely addicted to the television programme
"House MD," starring
Hugh Laurie. Last night I even pleaded a headache to an important event so that I could stay home and watch the latest episode! I have
NEVER done that, dear readers!
For an intimate evening,
yes, but
never for television.
I became aware of
Hugh Laurie on television as the idiotic twit
Bertie Wooster (along with
Stephen Fry) in the delightful British series
"Jeeves and Wooster," based on the
P.G. Wodehouse stories. In fact, I only saw
Hugh Laurie playing idiotic upper-crust twits, in the many variations of
"Blackadder" starring
Rowan Atkinson, the gentleman leering at the top.
So it was a
complete shock to see him, with stubble and gruff American accent, playing
Dr. House. So much so, in fact, that it took me over a year to be able to watch the programme without giggling whenever
Hugh Laurie spoke, and
not because of the wit of the dialogue. He seemed so
deeply miscast.
Although he is a huge improvement over
Alan Alda, who annoyed me in
"M*A*S*H*", as a child, the few times dear darling Mama let me near a television set. (She disapproved and preferred that I read elevating books or fashion magazines.)
But then a close friend, who felt sorry for my isolation while I am engaged in my literary endeavors, gave me the first three seasons on DVD. Dear readers, I watched him. And soon I was, as they say, hooked. I will not be writing about it much in this blog-thing, because for one thing my assistant can hardly contain her snickering--
CUT THAT OUT, YOU BLOODY FOOL! IN THIS ECONOMY THERE ARE A MILLION OTHER PEOPLE WHO WOULD LEAP AT THIS JOB!Excusez-moi. As I was saying, I will
not be writing about it here, because I am already embarrassed enough, and this is a place to discuss Fashion In The True Sense. Medical shows do not have much of that (particularly with all of that
blood--
ugh). However, I will opine that
Lisa Edelstein's wardrobe is particularly lovely, and for a slender woman she does have a divine bosom.
Dieu merci, they keep that skeletal
Olivia Wilde in a hospital coat much of the time. In any event, last night's episode had me on the edge of my divan, and I look forward to more.
I feel so
cleansed. Merci, dear readers. (And one hopes that
Dr. Taub does indeed commit suicide, as they keep hinting, although that seems a tad obvious.)
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
