We are enjoying the third episode of the BBC2 repeat of BBC3's excellent comedy, Pulling. I laugh out loud when Karl accidently gives himself a Hitler moustache. I laugh again as he is run over, lifts his arm for help and gets a smack in the mouth for being a nazi. And I laugh when he realises he has landed in dog shit, this time with recognition.
"We've seen this bit before," I say to Betty.
"This was the programme that Ian Penman recommended on his blog. He said that some BBC3 comedies aren't given the accolades they deserve because of the critics' snobbishness towards the channel. We tried to watch this episode at the time. You said it was shit, ha ha ha."
"Oh yes," I say, "I remember."
"There's a bit later where they play The Smiths when he's feeling suicidal. You thought it was too obvious."
"Oh yes," I say. "And here I am enjoying it."
"Ha ha ha."
"I did the same with the Sopranos, didn't I? I said the first episode was too slow until you started watching it. Now I think it's the best thing ever."
"And The Wire," says Betty.
"You were going to give that up after 20 minutes."
"Ha ha ha. And you laughed out loud at the Hitler moustache last time too. Did you forget that?"
"Ha ha ha."
N.B. The ha ha ha's in this post signify actual laughter, not cruel mockery.