The best Yes Minister dialogue was about the gongs: CMG, KCMG and GCMG :)
Yes, Minister/Yes, Prime Minister has been one of my favorite shows since I discovered it on PBS in the late 80s. My wife gave me the dvd collections of both for Christmas a few years ago, I want to say it was the same year that we were absolutely gutted to find out that Nigel Hawthorne was both dead and gay. I think we were watching the necrology on the Oscars, my wife shouted “Sir Humphrey died!”. I googled around for a few minutes and said “well I have worse news”.
I have often been accused of being Sir Humphrey reborn because of what some people call my obfuscatory verbal perambulations, at least I hope that’s why.
There is a new series called the Thick Of It which is sort of billed as the Yes Minister of the 21st century. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone in this forum of course, but there have been many occasions when I’ve wanted to unleash Malcolm Tucker upon the assembled throngs. Then again, it’s one thing that has brought me closer to my evangelical family members. A few Sundays ago I stood outside a restaurant with my cousin’s husband, sharing a set of earbuds listening to a stream of creative verbal cursing as he took notes for the next church board meeting.
Which brings me back around to my point, somehow. I would rather be subjected to a vile stream of profane obscenities than some of the pious knife twisting that goes on in the religion forum. At least then I know what’s being said, and so does everyone else.