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...

Mirror.

Fagburn hopes Mr Fry soon finds another platform for his insufferable pomposity and smugness.

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.

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.

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Julie Burchill: Sandi Bitch

"Who would have thought, when we were tots in suburbia perving over stills of Andy Warhol films, that anyone could ever make being gay look like wearing Crimplene? Toksvig does – she's that deadly dull. On the other hand, thank goodness she is. Gayness is a wonderful thing, but of all the people the good Lord made gay, I thank Him for making Toksvig and Stephen Fry gay more than anybody else I can think of. IMAGINE IF THOSE TWO HAD GOT TOGETHER AND REPRODUCED! The smugness and self-obsession of any brats they banged out would surely send the I-Love-Me Meter into meltdown..."

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!