Just finished fourth draft of Cabinet, and given up proper coffee as I was getting palpitations. Hence:
Why does no-one want to do comedy in period costumes any more? Whenever anyone sends out a call for spec sketches for whatever ghastly fricking sketch show format is the rage this Tuesday, it's all 'contemporary settings' this and 'up to the minute' that.
Well stick contemporary up your bollocks, as a great Irish philosopher once said. Wearing olive green t-shirts and making jokes about ipods is already soooo ten minutes ago. I want people dressing up in silly costumes and arsing about with actual jokes, and talking in accents not their own. Like Big Train, that was ace. Jokes about the Boer War and Lord Palmerstone, that's what I want to hear.
Also, Jimmy Carr = twatfuckery of the worst order. It wasn't even a funny joke*. I don't like his suits either, he looks like someone who pimps jockeys. I think he and David Walliams share the same cold dead eyes, which they plucked from the cadaver of a shark which washed up on one of their country estates, using them to take turns scanning a great pile of various newspapers' media sections for jobs with the Daily Mail of the nineteen thirties.
* Unless the joke was about male gypsies having an astonishing sense of smell, in which case it was pleasingly surreal, and I apologise unreservedly.