Even though this was only broadcast two years ago, a search of the internet shows very little discussion of it (maybe half a dozen sites mention this Scottish sitcom at all) ... and this is ALL FOR THE BEST. The wacky goings on of a long-haul passenger bus going between Buchanan Street bus station in Glasgow and Kings Cross bus station in London - actually Buchanan Street filmed at a different angle! - was possibly the worst waste of human collective energy since the sacking of Rome in the fifth century AD. A sitcom that is wrong is every conceivable way is in fact incredibly difficult to achieve - but "Overnite Express" managed it with aplomb: unlike other duds like "My Hero" or "My Family", it couldn't even be accused of being bland ... The two bus drivers and the "jolly hostess" were like bloated but animated corpses from the Great Glasgow Empire in the Sky, with wobbly "comedy" accents, and a tail-end-of-the-alternative-comedy-boom love of swearing and queasy sexuality. Each week, "funny passengers" came and went (and farted, and died, and puked, and swore) ... and twenty-four months later I cannot remember a single joke ... except for something about about a detachable eye being mistaken for a boiled egg. This sitcom was not so much a footnote on British comedy great big book, more a footstool covered in dog mess (which is crushing the book into a big stinky pulp). Sadly, though, in the Scottish comedy encyclopedia, "Overnite Express" probably features quite prominently because of all its connections (primarily to the Chewing the Fat Mob (and I mean "mob" in its mafia sense)). Funny Jocks? Thistle no' make ye laugh.
