November 7th, 2008

Loz Purple

Panel shows rock...

Hahaha. Frankie Boyle's there on Mock the Week talking about shagging an owl and it cuts to David Mitchell just doing an "oh, God, why am I here again?" expression, before exchanging a glance with Dara. ♥

Meanwhile, even though he's exactly the kind of comedian I don't usually find funny, I have an odd affection for Frankie. He's horrible, but he knows it. I'm sure he adored Gene Hunt as a character.

Andy: "Cameron said 'I'm not at all smug'."

David: "It's not for him to say, is it? We'll be the fucking judge of how smug you are, you smug shit." HAHAHA. Is there nothing better than a highly eloquent man swearing just because he can?
Spaced (Tim & Daisy)

To rant or not to rant; that's a bloody stupid question, isn't it?..

In an odd twist of events, school today was actually really great. The students I had were well behaved. We got some great work done in numeracy. I managed to fix the class computers and get them up and running again. I had fun, the kids had fun. I think venting yesterday really helped me and probably gave me the much needed pep that gets you through the teaching day.

Well, that, and Mr. 40 Years was off at another community's school interviewing for a Principal's position. I do not know how he's allowed to (I never did explain we'd been told by a man from the teachers' union he'd been dismissed from two previous schools for incompetence, did I? Which is why he was never meant to be Acting Principal for longer than a term; only no one initially applied in the mid-year application process), and I hope to hell that he isn't hired if only because I wouldn't wish that upon anybody else ever. On my crueler side, I sort of hope he is, because that would mean there'd be no chance of him or his wife applying for any of the jobs opening up at our school for next year and lurking around like a creepy condescending shadow. Oh, Loz, tell us how you really feel.
Loz Cola

In other news, I swallowed one yesterday; fly, not comedian...

When I went to see Bill Bailey (totally worth the $500 I ended up spending on the tickets plus bus fare, by the way), the funniest moment wasn't part of his routine at all, but when he got attacked by a fly. It landed in his water and he spent a good ten minutes deliberately avoiding that particular bottle and making a big show of it. When he eventually made the mistake (about three minutes after changing topic) of drinking from the fly-water, the crowd went wild. At which point he pretended to choke.

It was hilarious. I previously hadn't laughed so hard in my life.

But, apparently, comedians getting attacked by flies is commonplace? Here is Eddie Izzard with his own kamikaze insect. How do they train these creatures? What's the cue? There was definitely a fly which came to savage Bill, and you can clearly see a fly here too. Do they lure these flies with their discarded shitty jokes, do you think? Perhaps the rotten fruit that was once thrown at them when they were just starting out and not particularly good? Enquiring minds want to know.