Westwood! That's the way it goes down! POW POW POW!
inkipink kindly pointed out that the image in my last post (which, I might add, was the whole bloody point of the post) had gone away into interwebland, possibly never to be seen again. Well, I am now hosting the image at Photobucket, so all is good. So, have a good perv on this macro, mate.
I was flicking through the channels earlier, and I caught the very end of Pimp My Ride UK. Now, for any Americans reading this, you may have an entirely false impression of our version of this show. Yours is presented by Xzibit, it has attitude, there's lots of that American-style whooping and cheering, ghetto posing and complex handshakes. The mechanics exude Dangerous Cool from their every pore. Now, the UK version is rather different. For a start, it is presented by Tim Westwood: son of a bishop, public school educated, etc.. In fact, Charlie Brooker describes the whole thing wonderfully here:
The original Pimp My Ride is an American import in which a team of butch mechanics (under the aegis of rapper Xzibit) perform extreme makeovers on clapped-out automobiles. This British incarnation is exactly the same. Well, almost. Instead of Xzibit we're lumbered with the preposterous Tim Westwood, a white fortysomething son of a bishop whose interminable "wigga" stance inspired Ali G. Watching him in action is like watching a sequence in a crap Hollywood comedy in which Leslie Nielsen has to black up and infiltrate a record label.
The British mechanics aren't as convincing as their American counterparts either. In the US version, they look like a gang of Death Row inmates crossed with a group of surfers - all tattoos and cool attitude. The British mechanics look like... well, like British mechanics - apart from their hairstyles, which are suspiciously modern. I suspect they've been "pimped" themselves by a team of stylists, although the end result leaves them resembling the cast of EastEnders circa 2019 AD.
Anyway, on to the point of this post. At the end of the show, the guy whose "ride" had been "pimped" (a bit of me died inside when I typed that - I'm British) looked at his elaborately, pointlessly, indisputably camped-up, vomit-green monstrosity of a car, and said, "Well, it's better than how it was." Tim Westwood looked at him and replied, "It's better than your mum." That has to be one of the best comebacks I have ever heard. Fantastic. I intend to use that one as frequently as possible.
"Mm, s'pose this sandwich is alright."
"It's better than your mum."
Genius.
I was flicking through the channels earlier, and I caught the very end of Pimp My Ride UK. Now, for any Americans reading this, you may have an entirely false impression of our version of this show. Yours is presented by Xzibit, it has attitude, there's lots of that American-style whooping and cheering, ghetto posing and complex handshakes. The mechanics exude Dangerous Cool from their every pore. Now, the UK version is rather different. For a start, it is presented by Tim Westwood: son of a bishop, public school educated, etc.. In fact, Charlie Brooker describes the whole thing wonderfully here:
The original Pimp My Ride is an American import in which a team of butch mechanics (under the aegis of rapper Xzibit) perform extreme makeovers on clapped-out automobiles. This British incarnation is exactly the same. Well, almost. Instead of Xzibit we're lumbered with the preposterous Tim Westwood, a white fortysomething son of a bishop whose interminable "wigga" stance inspired Ali G. Watching him in action is like watching a sequence in a crap Hollywood comedy in which Leslie Nielsen has to black up and infiltrate a record label.
The British mechanics aren't as convincing as their American counterparts either. In the US version, they look like a gang of Death Row inmates crossed with a group of surfers - all tattoos and cool attitude. The British mechanics look like... well, like British mechanics - apart from their hairstyles, which are suspiciously modern. I suspect they've been "pimped" themselves by a team of stylists, although the end result leaves them resembling the cast of EastEnders circa 2019 AD.
Anyway, on to the point of this post. At the end of the show, the guy whose "ride" had been "pimped" (a bit of me died inside when I typed that - I'm British) looked at his elaborately, pointlessly, indisputably camped-up, vomit-green monstrosity of a car, and said, "Well, it's better than how it was." Tim Westwood looked at him and replied, "It's better than your mum." That has to be one of the best comebacks I have ever heard. Fantastic. I intend to use that one as frequently as possible.
"Mm, s'pose this sandwich is alright."
"It's better than your mum."
Genius.