Monday, November 2, 2009

sack full of silver, or sugary shit


a rather antique silver teething spoon.

On a somewhat rancorous note, I would like to lend a word or too of support to fellow Glaswegian, and stand-up comic, Frankie Boyle, recently censured by the BBC Trust.

By the same token I would like to register mild disgust at Stephen Fry's reaching for the smelling salts on quite jocularly being rebuked for
Twittering like the ex public schoolboy that he is.

"
Hurrah for curry" ? Just wash it down with lashings of ginger beer and keep on taking the Prozac.

Say what you like. Frankie is very often an wildly entertaining c*nt.

Fry, on the other hand, is a dull approval seeking cretin with Wildely tedious delusions of grandeur. Too polite to ever get into such a scrape over an ill-considered remark.

7 comments:

Jon said...

Interesting, this is the talk o' the net and I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE. I'm sure I'm a better man for my ignorance.

ib said...

Ah, man, it's like this. Glaswegians are renowned for their very often scathing - or just plain cruel - wit. For opening their mouths before they think things through.

For decades upon decades, Glasgow has been remarked upon for being as hard an audience to please as Harlem. If they love you, they will show it; if they smell a rat they will flay you on the stage rather than let you just die.

Frankie Boyle is genuinely fucking funny in much the same way as, say, Lenny Bruce.

Very informed, switched on and acerbic.

And Scottish. Which is to say as perceptually cosmopolitan as New Jersey. A parochial backwater in need of guidance if not outright sufferance.

Fry, on the contrary, is a Cambridge graduate. About as intentionally fucking funny as a loofah on rollerskates. Or the third cousin of Anne Boleyn.

From what I can gather, he started to cry when someone - a fan - protested that his Tweets were vaguely boring. A huge fucking understatement.

Boyle, conversely, got his ass kicked off a mildly popular tv show for refusing to apologise over a throwaway comment that a nineteen year old Olympian had all the charisma of a face reflected on the back of a spoon.

Bad taste ? Hell, yes. And so is Itchy and Scratchy.

ib said...

Like Idi Amin, I am merely sticking up for my people.

Actually. Nah. I just think Frankie Boyle is a very fucking entertaining cunt.

ib said...

Oh, yeah. I forgot to clarify. Public School, here in the UK, means the very opposite. Those who cannot or refuse to pay fees go to a 'state' or 'comprehensive' school. The very rich, perversely, attend a public school; which means one pays for the privilege. Eton; Harrow; etc.

Fee-paying schools much beloved of Tories and party Socialists alike.

I hope that clears that one up.

Happy Hour...Somewhere said...

Oh, lord. I am going to be spending gobs of time on YouTube watching this guy Frankie Boyle. He is freaking hilarious. He needs his own show here.

Löst Jimmy said...

Interestingly I thought exactly the same as you about Mr Fry's cyber tantrum. Rather over the top I decided when upon reading about the storm in a kilobyte

ib said...

It would be interesting to see if Frankie Boyle would survive the transplant intact, Happy Hour.

Of course, Löst Jimmy, I woke up this morning and wondered if I had not been a little callous in my snipe at Mr. Fry. There is altogether enough unkindness and aggression out there as it is.

Nah.