Showing posts with label fry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fry. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Fry On Cricket

Simply wonderful.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much indeed. It is an honour to stand before so many cricketing heroes from England and from Australia and at this, my favourite time of year. The time when that magical summer sound comes to our ears and gladdens our old hearts, the welcome sound of leather on Graham Swann..."

Friday, 28 September 2007

Fry On Fame

Yes, he's at it again. You could subscribe to the feed but frankly I am almost certainly going to post in awe of his (and I quote) 'blessays' whenever they are posted, so you may as well just follow it here:

Stephen Fry: Let Fame

I did particularly enjoy, on being asked the question, "What is it like?":
‘Being famous is like wearing blue pyjamas at the opera. It’s like kissing Neil Young, but only on Wednesdays. It’s like a silver disc gummed to the ear of a wolverine. It’s like licking crumbs from the belly of a waitress called Eileen. It’s like lemon polenta cake but slightly wider. It’s like moonrise on the planet Posker.’
Very good. Of course.

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Sunday Morning Fry Up

The FryPhone

Well said.

(11:43pm? Was I really up that late watching Arsenal's demolition job on Derby County? Ah well...)