David Mitchell, on The Unbelievable Truth: “There’ll be letters. Mostly consonants…”
There is always the legal defence of “fair comment”.
…just listening “live”…
…fer Christ’s sake!!!
(…looks for Glazier on speed-dial…)
I’m about three minutes behind and bracing myself.
I think enduring the CoronaVirusThingy must be better than this swill!!!
About to start…
Be careful, Sturmers; it might be difficult to find glaziers on call-out in the present circs. And even if you did, I wouldn’t trust the supply chain…
There am I wanting Robert to get the Bad Phonecall from the hospital and we get Whore feckin’ Joyville an’ Peep.
I am gettin’ baulked of me rightful prey a bit often for my liking.
…well, I tend to go through winders like most folks go through toilet-paper!!
At least it ended badly for Pip.
What, very carefully and parsimoniously, Sturmers? Forgive me for saying this so publicly, but I don’t believe you.
Do I take it gin would be advisable? Actually a hot whiskey would certainly cheer me up…
Just opened the TA page:
“Robert makes an emotional gesture”
One finger or two?
Not badly enough, Dahlink. Not by a long chalk. Although I suppose both brothers might ditch her and she could be picked up by a novice serial killer, who will also ditch her, the length and breadth of Borsetshire.
Forgive my optimism. Trying to keep boardly spirits up in these troubled times.
Seriously, though: is she even remotely credibly written or acted as the mother of a young child?
…I can only guess you’ve never seen the inside of my over-crowded garage! (…pics to follow…)
o god, what have I DONE?
My theory is that the worse the actor is, the worse the writing gets.
It’s a fairly plausible one.
…I wonder how many times #45 has thought those very words?
…so, are you saying the writing is tailored to the actor???
That caused a bad accident with Valuable Beer, that did, blast you.