I need someone to be angry at here. But who gets it? Is it the fat-cat TV execs, with their fancy cars, their sharp suits and their oh-so-frequent boneheaded gaffs in their programming renewal choices…

or is it the millions of viewers, who, even when they’re gifted super-amazing tele-visual delights – decide not to watch, or to watch something else, or to go out and be sociable or something. DAMN THEM.

I’m annoyed because I recently discovered something wonderful; a flower in the barren wasteland of comedy lameness and canned laughter. That something is Party Down, probably the most immediately lovable and genuinely funny shows I’ve seen in aaaages… so good, oh course, it needed to be cancelled immediately after I discovered it.

So, for the uninitiated, Party Down was a rather ace comedy show from John Enbom, Dan Etheridge, Paul Rudd (you might know them) in a similar vein to The Office or Curb Your Enthusiasm, yet with likable characters and (slightly) less painful situational funnies. It stars Adam Scott, Ken Marino, Jane Lynch and the rather palatable Lizzy Caplan about a bunch of struggling actor / writer / comedian types who take on catering jobs to pay their way while they dream of stardom, which may or may not come.

So, I salute you, Party Down, and who knows? Maybe if it gets a cult following they’ll commission a movie or something? It worked out well for Firefly after their show was cancelled, they hit the big screen with the marvellous Serenity which deservedly made £800 billion and quickly got the show commissioned for another 17 excellent series and… this never happened. DAMN THEM.