Having another week off, I'm discovering ways to use up my time.
I'm getting some reading done, which is wonderful
I'm catching up on some telly. Also good.
I might actually watch The Godfather in the next few days - It's only taken me 35 years to do this. Currently, I'm re-watching Top Gun for the first time in about two decades. I think there might be a blog post in there. It's truly awful.
But I think I've discovered my spirit person.
In my searching through the streaming services, I've discovered Miranda.
I'm finding this how laugh-out-loud funny. Miranda is large, tall, gormless and very funny. She's a bit odd. Okay, she's a lot odd, but people love her anyway.
It's a mix of visual humour, fish out of water tactics and that British self-deprecating humour that I love so much.
I see a lot of myself in Miranda.
She's great.
Miranda Hart is my spirit person.
And now I just have to find my Gary Preston.
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