Nixta Sinks

The Harrisons, Clockwise from top-left: Tony, Rufus, Dani and me

I've long maintained that everyone needs their own Tony Harrison (see my earlier post for a video introduction or click here if you're too lazy). I was first sent mine by the elusive disconducive TSF (you can see it above). Although only the original Tony Harrison comes with a papoose, it's clear that everyone else ought to at least see what they'll look like as TH.

I must thank Doc Vagpoker for my introduction to The Mighty Boosh. He called me up one evening allafluster to alert me to my doppleganger being on TV. I switched over to see Noel Fielding as a Goth with a gorilla and thought little more of it, switching back to Boobarella Smackdown. Some two weeks later I happened to see the same Mighty Boosh episode again and settled down to watch the whole thing. There's so much churlish childish crap on TV these days that I'd fallen into the trap first time around of lumping this in with all of that, but as I watched it rapidly became clear that this was structured, considered, and above all entirely justified and immersive.

But I don't look anything like Vince Noir, especially now that I've grown a beard. Actually, that's a big part of *why* I grew a beard, but that's another story.

Hurry up and make more episodes already.

Labels: Mighty Boosh, Tony Harrison