Meanwhile the nude ladies continue to dance about
A small happy birthday post to somebody living and somebody dead.
This is the dead person. I think this may be the funniest 8 minutes of someone staring at you and telling you about his experiences as a coal miner and novelist ever filmed.
And here, from twenty years ago, are both birthday boys. "Independent wealth. And blackmail."
This is the dead person. I think this may be the funniest 8 minutes of someone staring at you and telling you about his experiences as a coal miner and novelist ever filmed.
And here, from twenty years ago, are both birthday boys. "Independent wealth. And blackmail."
Labels: Jonathan Ross, Peter Cook, writing novels
