April Winchell

From the Mail Bag

Subject: Re: Your show!
Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 19:11:10 -0800
From: Dan
To: The April Winchell Show

Dear April:

I'm a transplanted Brit living here in Southern California. I listened to your for the first time last night and I'm still trying to figure out the point of it. Could you enlighten me. All I heard was rant after rant, a rather disgusting "prayer" segment which I found totally offensive and nothing of a positive nature.

I am a Brit who is used to satire, but usually that has some subtletysubtlety. Yours had none whatsover. I'd love to know what you feel the point of your show is, as after last night, I don't see any point in listening to it. Could you change my mind?

Yours sincerely,

Dan Wooding

Well Dan, what we have here is a cultural chasm. You Brits have a long standing tradition of intelligent humor, which is always handled with great subtletysubtlety (which, by the way, we spell "subtlety" here in the states).

I recall the scene in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, where Terry Jones vomitted up gallon after gallon of what looked like pancake batter on unsupecting restaurant patrons. Really Dan (or should I call you DanDan?)It was so skillful and deft I almost missed it!

No wonder you don't get my coarse American comedy! You were raised on the gentle drawing room sophistication of Benny Hill and a proud history of drunken transvestism.

As far as there not being anything positive about my program, you overlook the fact that it is mercifully brief. Three hours is nothing compared to the long winded, agonizingly dull, self-important blabfests you try to pass off as entertainment on Masterpiece Theatre.

Not only that, but my dogs have never attacked children, like your slack jawed inbred, bucktoothed Princess Anne.

Tally ho and go fuck yourself.