Steve wrote-
Quote:And yet you love it dont you spendy?
You love the media, the telly the expenses, the travel, the glamour.
You're just not part of it, thats what bugs you.
I couldn't work with that bunch of phoney shysters or mix with them socially. If I get up to any devious tricks it is only with my equals or betters. I don't steal toffees out of baby's prams.
I hate travel. I hate glamour. Don't you know Steve that glamour is a species of witchcraft; a deceptive and alluring charm. I do rather fancy the expenses though. But I have enough so that isn't much of a pull.
I would have to be in cities wouldn't I? Blimey. They can keep it.
I do love television though. "Tele" is a Greek word for "at a distance" Hence vision at a distance. Why don't they stick to that. Promenade concerts, sport are seen live with this improvement on binoculars. It's all that stuff they generate within their own lairs that I hate.
You get get a question in a game show and the answer might be given to the contestant beforehand or it might come an hour later or next week. Just cut the two bits together and it looks spontaneous. I bet it takes half a day to make the half-hour of Have I Got News For You. They are not as fast and witty as you think and they aren't all that wiity either. I have heard of some highly paid actors going from set to set doing their one-line close-up shots in five or six different productions none of which they know anything about.
A lot of close-ups are a dead giveaway.
Try this in the mirror-
You walk in looking spruced up. The director says " you're taking the piss out of this smartass Stevie. Say this whilst looking at that lampshade as if it's a piece of ****". He shows you a large card on which is printed-
"And yet you love it dont you spendy?
You love the media, the telly the expenses, the travel, the glamour.
You're just not part of it, thats what bugs you."
You try it a few times making sure there's no difficult words. Work the indignant, sarcastic sneer effect up. Five takes- 10 minutes and you're out of there.
Next one you have your hair mussed up, some mud-like marks on your face, period costume (take your watch off) etc and the card reads-
"Oh, good Heaven, was that woman who is just gone out the woman who was with you at Upton?"
You're playing Partridge. Startled, shocked and dismayed.
I could have some fun with this but I'll desist. I never shoot at sitting ducks unless they have invited me over.