Been having a rummage around the boxes in my e-attic, just behind the e-box of toys and the e-rocking horse, and look what I found: some pics of when we woz young. There are pictures from the Oxford Revue that died a thousand deaths in Edinburgh (1985 I think) and some from a show called Oxford Comedy Showcase which we did at the New End theatre, Hampstead in 1987 – myself, Guy Browning (who now writes for the Guardian) and a young lad called Armando Iannucci. Wonder what happened to him?… (more…)
I first worked with Close Personal Showbiz Pal Julian in about 1996 on a sitcom pilot for the BBC and since then we take it turns to employ each other in ever stranger shows. He got me in to do this mock lecture with female Close Personal Showbiz Pal Lizzie Winkler about the history of theatre as part of the National Theatre’s Open Day in 2007. Then I got him over to Ireland to film an episode of Uncle Max (“Uncle Max plays The Piano”). Then he got me back by getting me to play a cat in a 10 minute Dick Whittington we did at St Paul’s Cathedral as part of the Lord Mayor’s Parade. It’s my turn next. Got to come up with something really humiliating, if not dangerous for him to do. Suggestions welcome…
Someone took a picture of that night my dream went wrong…
(with thanks @SaliWho, @Skinbro, images.slashdot.org)
Sometimes it’s best to pretend you can’t draw…
I saw this one one of my favourite websites: Angry People in Local Newspapers.
This guy made both the Bournemouth and the Dorset Echo under the headline “32 stone man trapped in house for eight years”.
So far so relatively normal but, to quote the website:
At some point in the proceedings, one thing must have led to another, the words “Go on, take yer top off” must have been uttered, and this happened:
The moral, as ever with going topless: only take your top off if the part/the story absolutely demand it. In this case: surely not.