Dust! Anybody? No? Dust!

Marjorie Dawes is one of those people you love to hate. We've all been trapped in a meeting somewhere with someone like her.

She is a character on BBC America's Little Britain. She runs the local "Fat Fighters" chapter with an iron grip and acid tongue.



I always laugh with its cast of flawed and eccentric characters. There is Daffyd, the Only Gay in the Village who refuses to acknowledge other gays; Maggie, the hate-spewing Golden Girl of the Conservative Party who puts the "I" in "bigot"; and Emily Howard and Florence, who are just like two ladies doing lady-like things, but they aren't.

Bubbles Devere, the zoftig and perpetually unpaid patron of a spa is always good for it; Kenny Craig, the stage hypnotist who thinks he is better skilled than he is; and many more make for a fun evening's viewing.

If you find yourself an almost-lady, wishing you had lady-like things to do, but find yourself with a free evening, check out Little Britain to see how they laugh across the pond.

If you are a guy then, "Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, not around the eyes, don't look around my eyes, look into my eyes, you're under. You'll watch Little Britain and love it. 3-2-1, You're back in the room."