I didn't get where I am today by blogging instead of working!

Another bleak and grinding week at work is reminding of my all-time office hero, the put-upon everyman whose increasingly absurdist reactions to his dreary existence culminated in a naked faked suicide attempt, only for him to return as his own long-lost cousin, become a millionaire selling grot and set up a commune.

Reggie Perrin. You da man.

Based on the books by David Nobbs, the TV series starred the superlative Leonard Rossiter as Reginald Iolanthe Perrin.
Not only did he have to cope with drag of commuting to his crummy job at Sunshine Desserts but, once there, had to face his barking mad, cliche-crunching, metaphor-mixing boss, CJ ("I didn't get where I am today...") and his sycophantic toadies, Tony Webster ("Great!) and David Harris-Jones ("Super!") along with his saucy secretary Joan (played by Nadia Popov off of Rentaghost, y'know...). Back home, aside from his long-suffering wife, he had a crypto-paramilitary brother-in-law, Jimmy ("Bit of a cock-up on the catering front") and other nutty family members to drive him to wage a surrealist fight against what passes for normality.

Just thinking about him and his attitude is helping me cope!

P.S. There's an Indian vegetarian restaurant in Plymouth called Veggie Perrin's.

P.P.S. The Prisoner. Related? Depends on the way you look at things, really.... ;o)