..Van Dyke Day
MR is addicted to Dick van Dyke.
I love it. After years in his company I have only just found this out. We took the day off today, the both of us, “Sick”.
Morning began with three bowls of “Sheerios” with mountains of sugar “As if you’re not sweet enough”, Says MR.
“Me, Sweet?”
“Like cola bottles.” He replies. Yes, he is being sarcastic.
And then he tells me about his present.
The Dick Van Dyke emporium of wonder. Three Diagnosis Murder Box sets, Mary Poppins, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (he sings me ‘Lullaby Mountain’, slightly off key while making caffinated beverages) and finally…Night at the Museum.
Here follows a review of all the above (watched naked with biscuits).
Diagnosis Murder – I occasionaly have suffered the pain of this appalling show, but have only just learned the one with the mullet is Van Dyke’s Son.
“How did you not know this!” MR exclaims, with actual horror. “He looks just like him.”
“When I was six,” I tell MR, “I wanted Van Dyke’s babies. Maybe if I got my wish his offspring would be cuter, because there is no way that man is even vaguely attraative.”
“Damn.” Says MR, “And I was going to grow my hair like that to get you going.”
Mary Poppins – is actually a little bit evil.
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang – Gave me nightmares then and still does. Not from the baby snatcher, or whatever his name is, but that WOMAN! In what way is that woman normal. I mean the swing scene! COME ON! Do men find her attractive? She’s on drugs surely…
Night at the Museum – is my new guilty pleasure.
asimus said,
July 10, 2008 at 1:18 am
Mary Poppins: I have a theory. The film is from the kiddies point of view. Mary Poppins is not really this crazy magic person, she just inspires their imagination (and possibly slips them something hallucinagenic in that medicine of hers) so they imagine all these great adventures shich she remembers nothing about…