One of the loveliest thing things about having an out gay member of ABOFL was that it never felt like a joke when sketches ended with the two of them kissing or falling in love. It was a joke, obviously, it was all jokes, but the idea of two men or two women kissing wasn’t the punchline.
(Sir is handsomely right to say so.)
Every second of this is solid gold, and you can spank me quietly with a shammy leather if it isn’t so.
For some reason the line that always sends me into hysterics is “just my little joke, you’ll humor a dying man.”
This is my favorite sketch, hands down.
And if two broad shouldered, long fingered young men such as ourselves can come independently to the conclusion that the morning they are currently experiencing is one of a goodness, then one of a goodness it most assuredly is!
It’s my third-favorite, after the understanding barman and the sketch on language where Fry channels several linguists in succession. (I identified Saussure and Noam Chomsky, then stopped trying to check references in order to merely lawl.)
That is the one where my small giggles of laugher broke into a giant guffaw, and at which point my mister said, “Is that one of those things with those guys again?” Yes, my dear, yes it is. 🙂
I never noticed before that this scene opens with Fry polishing his hand, complete with polishing spray & cloth.
Me neither! This was the first time!
Me neither! This was the first time!
Oh my god
wow
I am in Ghana now and a) marriage proposals get thrown around ALL THE TIME when you talk to someone for so much as buying something and b) stuff like “On me? What? Of course not! check!” also happens all the time – my American turns of phrase just do not work here (is there a guidebook that explains what’s standard spoken English?). Oof. Funny but ooh I identify with Laurie
So this jewelry shop owner is related to the barber shop owner? Or are they one and the same??? WAKE UP SHEEPLE.
FORTY THOUSAND OF YOUR EARTH POUNDS
This is my favorite sketch, hands down.
And if two broad shouldered, long fingered young men such as ourselves can come independently to the conclusion that the morning they are currently experiencing is one of a goodness, then one of a goodness it most assuredly is!
I feel I am alone in this, but I was surprised and glad to know that the writer Hilaire Belloc's first name is pronounced "hill-AIR." I had thought perhaps it was pronounced "HILL-a-ree."
“…and the sun never went down on the british without asking permission first”
perfect
Going down on even one person without permission is not cool. An entire nation? You can get thrown in jail for that.
"…and the sun never went down on the british without asking permission first"
perfect