"What are you going to do, blow dry me to death?"
... Well, that was disappointing! No, don't get me wrong. The show was good, as always. In fact it's a shame that it won't be on until May. That's a looong time. I know no one else shares my enthusiasm but I insist it's bloody good comedy and you don't know what you're missing.
The bloopers, however, are just as hilarious. There was lots of struggling tonight with the word Luftwaffe which as Tom Goodman-Hill pointed out, 'That's just too many Fs'. The prize, though, for First to Actually Say the F Word During a Recording goes to... Robert.
(after fluffing a line a few times)
ROBERT: If they're sending planes your over.... Ohforfuckssake.
(riotous applause from the audience)
FERGUS: (in a chiding tone) There's *nothing* to applaud.
I love their little ad libs. Fergus Craig, bless his wee socks I love him, provided another:
(after Robert and Fergus fail to say 'Yes' in unison)
FERGUS: Different comic timing, you see. We.... come from different backgrounds.
(Robert looks at him in a 'What are you trying to say?' manner)
Yeah, the disappointment was that no, we didn't meet Robert this week. He mysteriously vanished and although we waited for ages outside Broadcasting House, we saw all the cast but him. Our legit reason for meeting (apart from, y'know, just wanting to) was that Craig needed another DVD signing. And I was going 'Text him! You should have texted him!' but Craig believes that would be being pushy. It's just that, if nothing else, we'd know if he was still around or not instead of Waiting For Godot. I don't think he'd have objected, but then I'm rude enough to bellow at actors when they're leaving a bar and get them to come over. WhatwouldIknow.
Would it be right, if you had his number, to text Robert in such circumstances? Discuss, using diagrams where appropriate.
In the meantime, here at least is blurry proof that I'm not making these expeditions up:
IT'S THE BEST I COULD DO. The Beeb are scary enough just getting you in and out. I was petrified that someone would swoop down upon me as soon as I whipped out a camera, even though morally there is absolutely nothing wrong with this. Still, there y'are. Managed to catch Robert having a giggle too, bless. That's Alex McQueen to the left. I have another one with Olivia Coleman, but you wouldn't have known without me telling you, it's that blurry.
And finally, although *someone* never saw it, I apparently managed to cobble together a decent outfit despite my earlier indecisiveness. Some nice lady in the queue went, "Oh when I saw that lovely outfit, I thought they might snare you!" (or something to that effect) because sure enough I got a good going over from security again.
It's here if you want to see it all that badly. Ignore messy bed. And the fact you can't see matching headband. And ignore the dorky wave, yes.
The bloopers, however, are just as hilarious. There was lots of struggling tonight with the word Luftwaffe which as Tom Goodman-Hill pointed out, 'That's just too many Fs'. The prize, though, for First to Actually Say the F Word During a Recording goes to... Robert.
(after fluffing a line a few times)
ROBERT: If they're sending planes your over.... Ohforfuckssake.
(riotous applause from the audience)
FERGUS: (in a chiding tone) There's *nothing* to applaud.
I love their little ad libs. Fergus Craig, bless his wee socks I love him, provided another:
(after Robert and Fergus fail to say 'Yes' in unison)
FERGUS: Different comic timing, you see. We.... come from different backgrounds.
(Robert looks at him in a 'What are you trying to say?' manner)
Yeah, the disappointment was that no, we didn't meet Robert this week. He mysteriously vanished and although we waited for ages outside Broadcasting House, we saw all the cast but him. Our legit reason for meeting (apart from, y'know, just wanting to) was that Craig needed another DVD signing. And I was going 'Text him! You should have texted him!' but Craig believes that would be being pushy. It's just that, if nothing else, we'd know if he was still around or not instead of Waiting For Godot. I don't think he'd have objected, but then I'm rude enough to bellow at actors when they're leaving a bar and get them to come over. WhatwouldIknow.
Would it be right, if you had his number, to text Robert in such circumstances? Discuss, using diagrams where appropriate.
In the meantime, here at least is blurry proof that I'm not making these expeditions up:
IT'S THE BEST I COULD DO. The Beeb are scary enough just getting you in and out. I was petrified that someone would swoop down upon me as soon as I whipped out a camera, even though morally there is absolutely nothing wrong with this. Still, there y'are. Managed to catch Robert having a giggle too, bless. That's Alex McQueen to the left. I have another one with Olivia Coleman, but you wouldn't have known without me telling you, it's that blurry.
And finally, although *someone* never saw it, I apparently managed to cobble together a decent outfit despite my earlier indecisiveness. Some nice lady in the queue went, "Oh when I saw that lovely outfit, I thought they might snare you!" (or something to that effect) because sure enough I got a good going over from security again.
It's here if you want to see it all that badly. Ignore messy bed. And the fact you can't see matching headband. And ignore the dorky wave, yes.