K A R L P I L K I N G T O N

So, I hope you've all discovered the Ricky Gervais show. It's almost as if Ricky Gervais himself has caused his own demise as the hot new comedic entity by giving the limelight to Karl. Karl Pilkington exudes a unique fusion of childish ignorance with adult cynicism that is as fiendishly comical as it is psychologically debilitating. He isn't Gareth...he possesses none of the gnawing self-doubt and insecurity of Mr. Keenan, on the contrary....Karl is strangely secure...secure in his supremely uncurious and sated expressions, secure in the veracity of his sweeping observations of the world around him, and secure in himself, as odd as that might appear.

Karl wouldn't wonder, as "Garrettio" did, whether there would ever be a boy born that could swim faster than a shark. He would simply muse on the futility of swimming in the ocean at all. There aren't any sharks on land.

Cobblers, toffeeshops, knob-at-night remixes, and Monkey News....Karl, we salute you and your great spherical noggin!

"...alright...."