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Always ready for what might become tele-history, I watched the returns of 'The Late Show' and 'The Late, Late Show' on January 2nd. (In other words, only the shows with writers.) And I think Ferguson ran away with the possibilities in his first hour back. Screw having guests - his monologue and sketches and bits were infectiously silly... and made a fan out of me.
I don't stick around for the guest chats - never did very often with Letterman either, though. But there's nothing quite like watching a grown man having so much fun on camera acting like a little boy. It's that same kind of pleased-with-himself giddiness - as if he got away with something naughty - that made me a life-long fan of Red Skelton.
So all apologies to Cousin Conan (Oh yeah, we're all related!), but Craig's got my eyeballs in that timeslot now.
BCnU!
Toby OB
1 comment:
I discovered Ferguson way back when I was working nights. I've always liked Conan, but I must say I prefer Ferguson. I love the tangents he goes off on at times.
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