Holy crap, giant Voldemort.
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The copper petals were gorgeous! Fire flower.
LIKE that new cauldron.
Okay, that was awesome. AWESOME.
Sir Paul!
Yikes. Paul does not sound good.
Did he get choked up when he started "Hey, Jude"? I could have sworn he was crying.
I'm waiting to see if Romney makes some gaffe about it being inappropriate to play The Devil's Music at the Olympics in response to the McCartney performance.
The BBC opening for the Olympics had Cumberbatch.
This is really all I care about at the moment.
Obviously too young for Jim McKay.
She's about my age, and I'm not too young for Jim McKay. However, I will state for the record that it is possible to find the late Jim McKay annoying. Because fuck, I did at times.
Many times.
And basically, as horse racing was my sport until our political divorce a decade ago or so, I was exposed to a LOT of McKay.
I mean, I was sad he was dead, but mostly because it was one of the nails in the coffin of an era.
Okay, Rowan Atkinson. I get it.
I did a survey of the lurkers in email, and Great Britain is funnier per capita than most English speaking countries.