Monday, 9 February 2009

Smell my cheese, you mother!



The fun starts at 5m 30s.

I'm not passing comment on the individual case here, but do we really want to see Noel Edmonds spraffing off on our TV screens like some sort of tidy-bearded British Rush Limbaugh? I'd like to say to Edmonds that he doesn't speak for me. I can fight my own battles, unlike the braying Daily Mail readers in the audience.

It's Alan Partridge made real. Be afraid, be very afraid.

1 comment:

Sky Clearbrook said...

Phew! That's really something else isn't it? Looks like a barefooted drive to Dundee with a glove compartment full of Crunchies is but a step away.