Drop the Dead Donkey
Nothing is designed to dampen the spirits after a fabulous session with The Thick of It than the unwelcome intrusion of reality in the shape of the news. Not least because I tuned in to the 10 o clock right at the end and missed all the information on what has actually been going on in the world, and was treated only to the filler at the end on Cherie Blair. Which I will replicate here.
Announcer: Last week Cherie Blair told the assembled reporters at Downing Street that she "would not miss them". What a bitch eh? After all, even though we've described her as a"wicked witch", a "fat bitch", an "attention seeking harridan", a "money grabbing whore" and "why can't she just look pretty and keep her trap shut like that eminently suitable Mrs Cameron" over a ten year period, we were just joking. Jeez! Talk about ugly, fat, witch-like, attention seeking women having no sense of humour, eh?
[cut to interview with Tony Blair]
Interviewer: Mr Blair, now you've left Downing Street and don't need to worry about image any more, do you plan to ditch that awful wife of yours who we all hate so much because she's not silent and fruity, and start shagging fruity young ladies? With tattoos?
Blair: No, I'll enjoy spending more time with my wife and family.
Interviewer: Boys, then? Animals? Self-gratification involving pictures of Mary Whitehouse and a extra large tub of Elmlea?
Blair: No, I love my wife and one of the great things about not being PM any more is that we'll have more time for eachother.
Interviewer: [sulkily] Pervert.
Then to Fiona Bruce (a little known secret: Bruce is actually Kryton from Red Dwarf in a wig) asking Cherie if anybody would have come to her lecture entitled "I am the wife of the Prime Minister" if she...er...wasn't the Prime Minister's wife.
Tremendous.
Next week Bruce will be asking Stephen Hawking if anybody would buy his books if he was writing about how to make the perfect sauce béarnaise instead of quantum physics. Stick to the autocue on Crimewatch, love.
Cherie tells her to piss off.
Fiona Bruce goes to change her head.
Hamer goes to bed. Night all.
6 comments:
Why they had Fiona Bruce do it I really don't know. Missed the early Thick of IT, eagerly awaiting the repeat in 5 minutes, hoping Malcom Turner is sufficiently vociferous in his vicious and vindictive vocabulary.
What did you think of The Thick of It? I find myself getting pissed off by it - it's always clever and funny, but not half as accurate as it thinks it is.
Unless Westminster politics actually is like that, and I just miss it because I'm stuck in the godforsaken constituency office.
I thought it was quite intelligent and definitely laugh-out-loud funny...I am a mere bag-carrier and not a special advisor so I couldn't answer for the accuracy of the show.
I rather suspect that apart from the constant feeling of panic and the fear of "events, dear boy, events" that it is somewhat exaggerated, but well written, superbly acted, and amusing nonetheless.
The only minor quibble I have is the fact that all the characters sound like each other. There was a tendency to over-use the "elaborate similie/metaphor" thing, which is something that is glaringly obvious in Blackadder ten years down the line.
Still, best political comedy/drama I've seen in a long while.
It is the best political programme for ages - not hard though, seeing as the recent 'competition' has been Party Animals and Mrs bloody Pritchard.
It is good though - I especially liked the SpAd desperately sucking up to the potential leadership candidate. That bit was accurate.
Bloody Pritchard is the worst political drama in years, and Lord knows there've been plenty of candidates.
Some of the one liners are truly brilliant, and I love the level of panic in the recent episode, as no-one has a clue what is going on but all pretend to. I appreciate that a lot of it is exageration but it hugely entertaining regardless.
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