by Suw on November 21, 2005
This is just too funny not to pass on: The Morning News, Is He Cute Or Is He British?
I once spent a happy, drunken evening with my English friend Debs and our Welsh friend Aaron, sitting in Debs' lounge in Trefor, north Wales, making Aaron repeat the words 'guarantee', 'Llanrwst', and the phrase 'it's at the bottom of a runway', because when he said those things, they sounded like heaven.
(Remember A Fish Called Wanda? Remember Wanda's … 'reaction' to foreign accents? Yup. Ditto.)
by Suw on November 21, 2005
And no, I don't mean the pretty-boy chick-stealing Trojan but the great and beautiful capital of France, where I shall be for Les Blogs 2, where I am going to be telling Marc Canter and Hugh McLeod to shut the fuck up so that Anina can get a word in edgeways to talk about socialising in the year 2055. Some call it moderating, but I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to practice my golf swing.
If you're in France and you want to come to lunch on Sunday 4 December, let me know. No idea yet where, but it'll be somewhere near wherever it is that Les Blogs is at.