I can barely watch the Critics sketches unless I have my hands up over my eyes. “Let me say straightaway that it seems to me that what they were trying to achieve was essentially two-fold. I thought the sketch worked on two levels.”
“Ah, yes, you’re right, I’m being simplistic. I thought it worked on nine levels.”
“I thought I spotted twelve.”
You sound like this more often than you care to acknowledge, you miserable clot of tissue.
I was going to say trousers. Hardly different.
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.