They're corrupt sportsmen, not jihadis
Cull puts down the surprise at the natural causes verdict for Bob Woolmer's death as a
blatant example of Islamophobia in the play-fair world of international cricket.
As the Mirror Says - Chemically Castrate the Paedos
A grim conclusion is being reached in the search for the stolen child, but that doesn't mean the ex-editor of Children Now reeling off some home truths about
slack parenthood.
How Mitchell and Webb look to the PC moguls
Microsoft's Gates and Apple's Big Jobs were
interviewed by two techy bloggers on stage a few weeks ago. During the course of their back-slapping the Microtoss Pista man and Apple's Big Jobs mentioned the little Brit comics who star in the Apple adverts, Robert Webb as Mac and David Mitchell as PC
Interviewer I: Although you know what? I have to confess, I like PC guy.
Interviewer I: Yeah, he’s great.
Interviewer I: Yeah, I like him. The young guy, I want to pop him.
Jobs: The art of those commercials is not to be mean, but it’s actually for the guys to like each other. Thanks. PC guy is great. Got a big heart.
Gates: His mother loves him.
Jobs: His mother loves him.
Interviewer I: I’m telling you, I like PC guy totally much better.
Jobs: Wow.
Interviewer I: I do. I don’t know why. He’s endearing. The other guy’s a jackass.
Jobs: PC guy’s what makes it all work, actually.
Us: They're, like, totally assimilated now. They keep coming with tedious sketch shows, the nth series of Peepshow (with less peep) and star as magicians in films that you won't see in America. The last series had its moments, and in that manifestation of their partnership there's still a future for them, albeit as the standard bearers of pathetic Brit Man. If that's what they want. And they probably do want, for a fee.
Gates: Duh, figures.
Us: Indeed Bill, they can be seen as the paradigm of the careerist comedians - corporealists who, though not without occasional flashes of an interesting worldview and something other to offer than the usual wretched entertainment, say to themselves: 'We're on the ladder now. i quite like the ladder. I'm going to cling on for good even though my hands will really hurt, because each rung I reach seems to offer me cashmoney. And imperial wars and McDonalds adverts are all good. Thanks.'
Jobs: Shame, really.
