God, I loved this episode. I loved everything about it. I was speechless with laughter throughout the whole thing. It really felt like the kind of classic, platonic ideal of Conchords humour: so gentle and ridiculous and utterly, utterly gormless
. I loved how it had treats for both the new fans who don't know much about their back catalogue, but still managed to create a hilarious gift of the Bus Driver's Song story for the old hands. What a sweet present to us! I love it when you realise they've touched on certain jokes to make the old fans hoot with knowing delight. See, this
is why I adore the Conchords. Have there ever been comedians who have appreciated their fans more?
And Gary is real
, you guys! New Zealand really does
have a famous sheep! But his name's not Gary, it's Shrek. Because he's a mon-stah, as Bret would say.
From The Times
, 28th April, 2004:Shrek the merino sheep evaded the shearer for six years by hiding out on the rocky mountain tops in New Zealand's South Island, but today he finally yielded up his enormous fleece.
The wily nine-year-old wether (a castrated adult male sheep) has become a national star on New Zealand television, after he was filmed during his dramatic capture on April 15 during a round-up on Bendigo Station in Central Otago province. Looking more like a giant woolly slug than a sheep, with his nose barely protruding from his poll and his feet only just visible, he nonetheless put up a good chase before he was finally cornered among some rocks, and carried away.
Shearers say that the hardy animal probably survived freezing winters on the high country farm 400 miles south of the capital Wellington, and 4,900ft above sea level, by hiding in caves. He was dubbed Shrek in a nod to the large friendly ogre who features in a children's cartoon film. Today thousands tuned in to watch a televised charity event in which Peter Casserly, the former world blade shearing champion, removed Shrek's huge 59lb fleece, big enough to make 20 men's suits.
Shrek was carried into the shearing hall at Golden Gate Lodge in Cromwell, and placed in a pen on a platform surrounded by an admiring audience. Twenty-five minutes later his 15in coat of heavily matted wool, said to be rock hard in places, was lying on the floor and Shrek emerged from under the shears unrecognisable - small, white, and considerably lighter.
Mr Casserly considerately left him a covering of wool as winter is approaching. Afterwards, Shrek posed in a smart blue jacket - made of merino wool, naturally - with his owner, John Perriam. The fleece will later be auctioned for a children's charity.
And here he is, all shorn:
And getting to meet the NZ Prime Minister, Helen Clark:
AWESOME. I can't believe how many bits of wonderful Kiwi trivia the guys manage to cram into their show. It's like a really ramshackle, gluey, hand-made valentine to New Zealand, isn't it? I love it so.