This one is darn near perfect.
And I needed it.
After an all-nighter devoted to a Power Point presentation, this got a hearty laugh from me throughout.
We really see Bean’s dark humour start coming to the fore here.
Likewise, we start to realize by now that Bean’s middle name must certainly be “Ingenuity”.
But his genius is a sort of Rube Goldberg variety.
For Bean, it’s all about the process…the journey.
It must be: he seems to miss his destination an overwhelming majority of the time.
Whether he makes it to the beach or not is immaterial.
It’s that he starts off by packing six cans of Heinz Baked Beans.
No can opener.
Just the beans, thank you very much.
For those of us in America, this makes less sense without a bit of experience.
My one and only trip to Great Britain was an eye-opener.
The English eat beans for breakfast!
Not only that, but some sautéed mushrooms and maybe a boiled tomato.
Sausage and a rasher of bacon.
And eggs: runny as Usain Bolt.
It all mixes together into a mélange of heartiness.
THAT is a true English breakfast!
A working-man’s meal.
Ahh, I miss those days.
So short and fleeting.
But with Mr. Bean, I am back in the magical mundane of English society.
The Royal Mail.
The grasp of my mother tongue.
Feeling rather “poorly”…
Yes, a glorious grasp on the language.
Of course, I could listen to the lads in Oasis talk all day long.
High and low.
And the Midlands.
God save the Queen!
We mean it, man 😉