May 16th - May 22nd 2005
Sunday rouged, jowly
Saturday Moran and more
Friday before/after
Thursday Here is
Wednesday Plucky
Tuesday Paris
Monday Inchoate
Sunday 22nd May 2005
The reviews are in:
Arguably more panto than Widow Twanky and the ugly sisters rolled-into-one, Michael Fitzgerald's grande dame was as formidable as could be hoped for, squeezed into a large basque and enunciating every syllable - a traditionally monstrous rouged, jowly Lady Bracknell - a masterpiece of performance in which he plays the role straight down the middle giving the part considerable gravitas so that it doesn't really matter what gender the actor playing the part is. And, yes, the delivery of 'a handbag' raises the roof of this fabulous old theatre.
Saturday 21st May 2005
It's prejudice, of course, speaking but, you know, I'm a very prejudiced person. Prejudice... People worry about it nowadays. I don't. I think you need it. It reminds you who you are, you know.
I have prejudices about about gay people. I think, if somebody says to me - I've got gay friends, and all that - but if somebody says to me 'Oh, I went out to dinner, everybody else was gay,' I think 'Yeah, oh big deal' but..I will also, immediately get loads of images in my mind of loads of tall guys, with floppy fringes, carving thin slices of swan. Bursting into tears because the pudding looks so beautiful.
- from Dylan Moran's wonderful Monster.
Friday 20th May 2005
Thursday 19th May 2005
My new passport arrived today - in plenty of time for my upcoming holiday, thank you - and was delivered to my door by a burly figure wrapped in protective clothing.
In an off-off-European accent that you could cut with a knife he proclaimed: "Here is your passport delivery. Signing this please. Thank you. Here is."
No standard English test for the people who actually deliver the damn things then?
Wednesday 18th May 2005
Tuesday 17th May 2005
Sexual kinks of the rich and famous
I just love feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square; I could do that forever. I even prefer it to going shopping.
- Paris Hilton
Monday 16th May 2005
I know what it means; I know what it ought to mean
Inchoate: - The rage that rises in Sebastian Coe every time yet another Londoner questions the value of bringing the Olympics to London; thus: the rage that rises in every Londoner's breast every time they see yet another expensive placard proclaiming 'London 2012'.
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