Oh Em Jeeves!
As you may recall, P G Wodehouse is the bomb diggity.
Well, I've finally seen old Jeeves and Wooster onscreen, and they are aMAZing! Just to recap: Wooster (played by the incomparable Hugh Laurie) is your average 20th-century socialite. Sort of like Spencer Pratt, I suppose, but less annoying. Jeeves (played by the equally incomparable Stephen Fry) is Wooster's all-knowing valet. Together, they are bloody brilliant. And Fry's falsetto is oh so charming:
Anyway, none of the above is exactly the point. The point is, at the Edinburgh TV Festival, Fry had harsh words for "compliance," which I take to be the Tea-Drinkers' equivalent to the moral code–enforcing FCC. Apparently, Fry wants compliance to "fuck off."
Nice.
Google lurves Doctor Who!
Why else would they post this spaceship doodle, which links to a search for unexplained phenomena?
Everybody knows that the secret of what makes Doctor Who so fabulously fabulous is an unexplained phenomenon.
Lion v Journalist
Mapimpan the lion recently lunged at the throat of overzealous journalist Charles Starmer Smith. It's an understandable sentiment, really.
Who do you think you are, Charles Starmer Smith—Bridget Jones?
People who say things like, "It was made clear that if I wanted to go into the lion’s enclosure it would be entirely at my own risk. It was a chance I was prepared to take," are kind of asking for it, really. Especially when they are in South Africa filming a tourism video.
In sum: Watch Jeeves and Wooster. Adore Doctor Who. And don't tempt a peckish lion.
The end.
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