I loved Banzai. I loved that it was absolutely in-your-face in its non-PCosity. Whenever I was in London on business during the time it was on the air, my beloved friend Johnny and I would watch it for hours and roll around on the floor laughing… We especially loved Mr. Shakey-Hands Man, and shouting, “Place Bets Now!” (Which we did even when we weren’t watching the show.)

Anyhew, the reason I’m thinking about Mr. Shakey-Hands Man is that I needed a big puff of my asthma inhaler to go out and shovel snow, and now my hands are shaking so badly I can hardly type. So instead of the long and thoughtful post I had planned, you have this.  Such is the Wheel of Misfortune.