I know Limmy has fans on the Internet. I hadn't heard of him before and didn't get round to trying the show until episode four. In five minutes I found it completely incomprehensible. After a quarter of an hour the star of the show came on and announced that it has come to his attention that some of the audience think his show is (a word that the IMDb won't let me use). He said that it was because we were thinking about it too much. The previous sketch was based on a very old joke—where do all the socks go that are mysteriously half pairs, ha-ha-ha?—and that is a result of the writer not thinking enough. He then continued with more jokes and stories that were not funny. I transcribe below a bit of the wit from Limmy's Show for reference. A chippy in Scotland, perhaps Glasgow. The camera shows Limmy's point of view as the woman behind the counter serves his chips and puts vinegar on them. Another man comes in: Other Man: Is there a toilet in here? Limmy: You're a toilet. Woman behind counter: There's a toilet, but it isnae working. Limmy: You're a toilet. Other man exits. The camera, representing Limmy, follows him down the street. The other man goes into a pub and through to the Gents. Limmy follows him and sees which cubicle he has gone into. From his point of view we see him pick up a wodge of paper towels, put them in the urinal, and urinate on them copiously. He goes into the cubicle next to the one the other man is using, and hurls the urine-soaked paper towels over the division, then runs to the toilet entrance and waits till the other man comes out of the cubicle, screaming in disgust. Limmy: You're a toilet. As far as I'm concerned, the Internet can keep him.
