30 Kampfs.

I think 30 Rock is perhaps the funniest thing I’ve seen this week. Perhaps even the funniest thing on my television at the moment. Tina Fey is a delight, Alec Baldwin (of the Baldwin Baldwins) is an absolute hoot.

Even as I cobble this post together I’m sat watching episodes towards the end of season four rammed with quotable ROFLable quotes: “Did you know this is the only restaurant in America with a veal tank?” “Yes, it’s so much better when you pick your own.”

I’m really supposed to be wrapping Christmas presents, but what’s a guy to do when he keeps putting interesting DVDs in the machine? I can’t be held responsible for the goodies that keep popping up on my screen.

Sadly, none of my presents is Mein Kampf, which I recently read that a Waterstone’s in Huddersfield had been advertising in-store as the ‘perfect Christmas present’. Maybe it is the perfect present, for these downtrodden times, the country being helmed by a weak, unpopular government. Etc, etc.

Do you know what? Perhaps Weimar Germany just needed a release. If only it had 30 Rock.