Mirror.
Fagburn hopes Mr Fry soon finds another platform for his insufferable pomposity and smugness.
Showing posts with label Sandi Toksvig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sandi Toksvig. Show all posts
Wednesday, 14 October 2015
QI: Swings, Roundabouts...
Labels:
QI,
Sandi Toksvig,
Stephen Fry
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Telegraph: Look
How modern!
Do they know the Telegraph doesn't think they should be allowed to get married?
PS Until she gave up in March, the star columnist in the Telegraph's Saturday magazine was lesbian of note, Sandi Toksvig.
Do they know the Telegraph doesn't think they should be allowed to get married?
PS Until she gave up in March, the star columnist in the Telegraph's Saturday magazine was lesbian of note, Sandi Toksvig.
Labels:
Clare Balding,
Daily Telegraph,
Sandi Toksvig
Saturday, 3 September 2011
Eastbourne: In The Footsteps Of Sandi Toksvig
A few days ago I decided I was going to spend this afternoon charity shopping in a random seaside town.
I wouldn't decide where until I'd got to Brighton Station.
Kinda like On The Road, but on a train.
Okay, nothing like On The Road.
But then on Excess Baggage this morning Sandi Toksvig went on a bus trip from Brighton to Eastbourne.
Kismet!
I got a train still - the busride did sound nice, but I'm not sitting on a rackety old Brighton bus for an hour, and they cost a fortune.
Anyway, there's a heck of a lot of charity shops, stock hmmm, pricing fair, staff quite sane.
Highlights: Got off the train and two boys only about 17/18 walk by holding hands, bold as I'll have you. I thought; "Blimey! Eastbourne's changed! How modern. This is going to be like the last days of Rome." Turned out that was the only bit of poovery I saw all afternoon. Found a first edition of Bertrand Russell's Best - one of me favourite books. Later just as it was time to go I found a copy of Cosmos by Carl Sagan which I've been hunting awhile for. Seemed a cute ending to a most pleasant afternoon.
Drawbacks: Had lunch in a caff that didn't do mushrooms (WTF!) and putting a clock in the station might be an idea (FFS!).
Recommended! 7/10.
I wouldn't decide where until I'd got to Brighton Station.
Kinda like On The Road, but on a train.
Okay, nothing like On The Road.
But then on Excess Baggage this morning Sandi Toksvig went on a bus trip from Brighton to Eastbourne.
Kismet!
I got a train still - the busride did sound nice, but I'm not sitting on a rackety old Brighton bus for an hour, and they cost a fortune.
Anyway, there's a heck of a lot of charity shops, stock hmmm, pricing fair, staff quite sane.
Highlights: Got off the train and two boys only about 17/18 walk by holding hands, bold as I'll have you. I thought; "Blimey! Eastbourne's changed! How modern. This is going to be like the last days of Rome." Turned out that was the only bit of poovery I saw all afternoon. Found a first edition of Bertrand Russell's Best - one of me favourite books. Later just as it was time to go I found a copy of Cosmos by Carl Sagan which I've been hunting awhile for. Seemed a cute ending to a most pleasant afternoon.
Drawbacks: Had lunch in a caff that didn't do mushrooms (WTF!) and putting a clock in the station might be an idea (FFS!).
Recommended! 7/10.
Thursday, 9 June 2011
Julie Burchill: Sandi Bitch
The famously unsmug and non-self-obsessed Julie Burchill devotes most of this week's Independent column to Sandi Toksvig making a joke on Radio 4's News Quiz; "It's the Tories who have put the N into 'cuts'."
Fagburn suspects it may have been a helpful sub who has added the rejoinder in brackets that this was broadcast last October - despite it making the front page of the last Mail On Sunday - thus making La Burchill's "topical" column slightly redundant.
She pads the column out by quoting eight whole lines of a Flanders & Swann song and then - perhaps out of habit - apropos of sod-all starts going on about Muslims.
Great stuff Julie!
Labels:
Independent,
Islamophobia,
Julie Burchill,
Sandi Toksvig,
Stephen Fry
Sunday, 5 June 2011
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