This pretty much sums up my feelings about sport. Only exception is when Andy Zaltzman is blabbing on about it on The Bugle. He just seems so excited. I think I could like sport if I watched it with him.
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Hamish McDeath?
ROWR.
[Image: John and D’Argo smiling at each other fondly. John: Hey, D’Argo. How come I’m not afraid? D’Argo: Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty. John: I love hanging with you, man.]
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When we did In The Loop,” Blackwell adds, “the writer’s room was in between Peter’s dressing room and Paul Higgins’s dressing room. And Peter was singing Frank Sinatra, as is his wont, and Paul was practising this line about being f***ed by a big metal puppy-f***ing machine.” So from one side, he had I’ve got yooooouuu under my skin. From the other he had puppy-f***ing, puppy-f***ing, puppy-f***ing. “It was quite hard to concentrate,” he says.
–-Simon Blackwell (writer for The Thick of It)
I don’t know what’s more precious: that Pete sings Frank Sinatra on a regular basis, or Paul going ‘puppy-fucking machine.’
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