Well hello to you, everyone! Again, I apologise for my lack of blogging; I can’t believe it’s been a whole month! I guess this is what they call blogger’s block.
As some of you may notice in my title, I’ve been celebrating the return of Miranda Hart and the third series of her sitcom. Although I’m bitterly disappointed that she seldom says the title to this blog post or “On with the show!”, and that the delightfully camp Clive — Gary’s annoying yet amazing assistant in the restaurant — is absent, I loved many moments of it: seeing how Miranda sees Gary — the daydreaming involving war paint and making love and Frankie Goes To Hollywood’s “Relax (New York Mix)” –; the M&S song; the massage (awkwardness is an understatement for what I felt as I watched the sketch); the Dirty Dancing lift (you will wince); and the kiss…with a certain member of Take That!
For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, Miranda is a sitcom about the comedienne of the same name, trying but failing to act normal in the presence of her infuriatingly annoying and out-of-touch “what I call” mother; her small, hyperactive shop assistant, Stevie; her posh “splendisamo” schoolfriend, Tilly; and her crush from university, Gary. Over the series, Miranda has been treated by a pyschotherapist, witnessed her old French teacher naked, and had the most extraordinary experience of her life in a hotel room. It’s steadily staled over the series, so the first one is the best, there are still moments of comedy genius to be found in the later series. Critics love it, and so do I.