Oh hi.
Didn’t see you there.
Happy New Year! I hope 2012 brings you everything you ever dreamed of in terms of kitchen gadgetry.
I want to let you know about my recent experience of nearly being beaten to death.
Oh hi.
Didn’t see you there.
Happy New Year! I hope 2012 brings you everything you ever dreamed of in terms of kitchen gadgetry.
I want to let you know about my recent experience of nearly being beaten to death.
Well helleur,
A little while back I made this video for a client.
It’s not entirely hateful.
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In all my days listening to BBC Radio 4 I’ve never once heard a newsreader doing an impression of the recently deceased.
Until Saturday.
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Hello and welcome to a blog entitled “On recent events” by me, Saul Wordsworth.
Frankly Mr Shankly it’s been a busy few weeks. So as to spare you the burden of detail I thought I might dilute my words with a smattering of pictures.
So I have.
Two weeks ago I wrote an essay about former Apple CEO Steve Jobs for The Market Magazine. The editor and I had a feeling he might not be around by the time of publication. As it transpired we were nearly right.
Standing poolside Larry David and his co-stars of Curb Your Enthusiasm gawp at a the penis of a small boy as his mother dries him off.
“Wow!” says Larry
“It’s huge!” says Larry’s wife.
“That kid has a bigger penis than me!” says Larry’s agent.
When someone with genuine, coruscating talent dies before their time it leaves us all diminished. Such is the case with Amy Winehouse.
Hi – it’s great to see you again – how is your aunt – bearing up I hope.
Squaremile.com, a website for whom I write regular satirical pieces, is branching out into ‘funny’ video. They’ve asked me to be involved.
Here’s my first effort, based on the Seventh Seal by Ingmar Berman – and parodied in Bill & Ted.
It’s for the City of London but I hope you still get it.
Did you?
Chow
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To come a cropper (idiom, British informal): to fall to the ground, make a mistake or smash your face up as a result of cycling like a twat. ex. Saul’s come a cropper, poor chap’ll never strut the Paris catwalks again.
Here’s a visual aid.
At this very moment – this precise moment – I should be writing 1,500 words on the history of the wristwatch. It is, in fact, an interesting piece but it’s late and I’m seeking distraction. Welcome to the highly unstructured world of the freelance journalist. You’re welcome.
Instead of starting the piece I should have begun six hours ago I’m looking at the internet for amusing diversion. I found myself here, at one of the funniest scenes from the second series of Ricky Gervais’s Extras. Aside from Bowie’s natural presence, note Gervais’s resemblance to Stan Laurel at 1:43.
Stay with it, there’s more…
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