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Hey all you hamburgers and cheeseburgers, welcome to a new weekly feature her at TV My Knife Cutches, The Downton Abbey Primetime Performer presented by A1® Steak Sauce. Every Monday, we'll be giving out a major award to the week's best player on Downton Abbs.
Joining us all season will be my good pal, Turbo Timmy, because he majored in British Literature at Leeds University and is the only other dude I know who watches this show. Turbo's insider knowledge of British culture combined with his ability to return my emails in a timely fashion will be a major asset to TVMWW.
But enough with all this jibber jabber! Let's give out this week's award!
TURBO: Turn on the tea, butter up some scones, and put your mobile on silent because it's Downton Abbey time, innit? I am honoured to be a part of your weekly recap and if the rest of the season is anything like episode one, we are in for one proper thrill ride. The 2 hour (commercial free!!!) episode was jam packed with everything we've come to expect from this great English costume drama: the ever-present struggle for power, sadness, tension, lying, secret telling, and mixing bowls (more on that later). Life at the Abbey is terribly somber as everyone is still grieving from the loss of Matthew but that didn't stop cousin Rose from going to York to hit da club with head housemaid Anna. Rose even got a little freaky with a local farmhand! Elsewhere, Thomas' hair is still super shiny, Bates and Anna are still totally cute (but also kinda creepy I mean he's WAY too old for her, right?) and Branson is still wearing pants tucked into knee high socks which means he could probably steal 50+ bases should he wish to pursue a career in baseball. With that being said, my performer of the week has got to be Daisy, the homely kitchen-maid who has quickly learned how to use the new mixing bowl (despite the head cook not being able to). Well done Daisy! Keep turning out those fluffy meringues!
THE EVSTER: Yeah, Daisy's probably the better choice. Let's go with her. Sorry, doggie.
|Look at all those bundt pans!|