ETA:A few weeks ago I sent
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sovay a link to an article on Henry V (1944), which among other things suggested that Olivier had cast old music-hall song-and-dance man George Robey as Falstaff in order to emphasize that the character was a relic of more playful and happier times. Now I realize that Ken Branagh did exactly the same thing in his movie of Hamlet (1996) by casting Ken Dodd as Yorick. An intro to Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, hosted by John Cooper Clarke who is the most appropriate and also hilarious person to do it. Clarke looks like a walking thistle, and I’m sort of charmed by how openly he loathes the Lake District (“No wonder De Quincey took dope!”) I’d call him the missing link between music-hall and punk, but I think that’s Ray Davies. And also neither of them are missing.
Spiderweb top. Very burlesque.
Yesterday one of my coworkers was talking on the phone, and I heard her saying, in the driest, weariest tone imaginable: “Laugh Out Loud. Laugh Out Loud. Laugh Out Loud.”
ETA-- Today at work:
Salesman: (on the phone) So do you have the copper already or do you still need it? (cackling) I’VE GOT LOTS OF COPPER!
Hey everybody, I think my coworker is Ea-Nasir
