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Anne Rice is basically "what if Stephenie Meyer but GAY VAMPIRES" as far as I remember.
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# ¿ Dec 22, 2019 07:01 |
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# ¿ May 21, 2024 07:35 |
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Screaming Idiot posted:fixed for accuracy as one came before the other I was speaking in terms of quality and subject, not which came first.
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# ¿ Dec 22, 2019 18:48 |
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Proud granitite eruptions.
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# ¿ Jan 6, 2020 15:20 |
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If someone managed to dig up the crap I wrote when I was sixteen I'd be legitimately impressed because I think it all died with a hard drive two decades ago.
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# ¿ Jan 6, 2020 19:03 |
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You have to be gifted to write something as jaw-droppingly bad as Eye of Argon. I couldn't write that badly if I tried.
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# ¿ Jan 7, 2020 01:23 |
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Antivehicular posted:The same kid went on to get suspended for three days for turning in an "Oregon Trail diary" English assignment about Hannibal Lecter, Jean-Luc Picard, and Samwise Gamgee as bandits fleeing eastern justice by posing as settlers on the trail, only for Sam and Picard to die of Oregon Trail diseases and Hannibal to snap and massacre the rest of the wagon train, who were all the characters from a dire Oregon Trail novel we'd had to read for class. Sean, wherever you are, you're still my hero. See we when got this same assignment I just wrote that some classmates I didn't like died from poops. I clearly lacked authorial vision.
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# ¿ Jan 8, 2020 18:45 |
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there wolf posted:My final project for The Great Gatsby was a comic about how Nick becomes possessed by the vengeful ghost of Gatsby and going on a murder spree against all the rich people. Got an A+. Well, yeah, you understood the point of the novel.
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# ¿ Jan 9, 2020 17:47 |
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I've never read a Harry Potter book or seen a Harry Potter film.
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# ¿ Apr 23, 2020 22:23 |
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nonathlon posted:That's hilarious and less a parody, more a straight recounting of the plot. There's a Frederick Forsythe review of The English Patient , where he just takes it apart for all the potholes and pandering to the reader. IMPATIENT WITH THE ENGLISH PATIENT It has the wrong aircraft at El Alamein, a double bed in a monestary, and a feeble story: Frederick Forsyth on the film of the moment I KNOW it is my fault, and I have no choice but to accept it. The trouble is, I like films with a strong plot, a gripping story and at least an effort made at verisimilitude, authenticity and logicality. Having read the simperingly reverential reviews of The English Patient, I was persuaded this was a 'must'. Frankly, I found it languid to the point of inertia, pretentious, self-indulgent and with all the authenticity of The Wizard of Oz. The story of a blighted and finally mortal love affair between the Hungarian Count Almasy and the wife of a British colleague is told in (I think I counted aright) 27 flashbacks and jump-forwards between the prewar Egyptian Western Desert starting around 1937 and VE Day in May 1945 in northern Tuscany. But time and again I had to ask myself: who are these people, what are they doing here, how did they get here and why? The story of a blighted and finally mortal love affair between the Hungarian Count Almasy and the wife of a British colleague is told in (I think I counted aright) 27 flashbacks and jump-forwards between the prewar Egyptian Western Desert starting around 1937 and VE Day in May 1945 in northern Tuscany. But time and again I had to ask myself: who are these people, what are they doing here, how did they get here and why? We start (according to a flash-up on the screen) in October 1942 with a young man taking off somewhere in a howling wilderness of desert. Amazingly, he is flying an uncamouflaged, silver-painted Tiger Moth trainer with the registration number of a British flying club. (A minor skirmish called the Battle of El Alamein was in full flow that month in that place.) A glamorous blonde seems to be asleep in the front seat. Within minutes he flies over the world's most isolated German machine-gun nest, a small foxhole without any life-support system, stuck in a sea of sand miles from anywhere. But these Krauts are real aces; though they can never have seen a Tiger Moth (there weren't any at Alamein), they recognise it at once and open up with heavy machine-guns. In mid-air the bullets turn into cannon shells, leaving clusters of black flak over the blue sky. Disdaining to take evasive action, our hero is shot down. Of the blonde we see no more (yet), but the flier is burned to a human crisp. The Germans are pretty blasé, since they decline to investigate the wreck, but some inspiringly compassionate Bedouin wrap him in blankets and take him by camel to the nearest British RAMC post, a tented dressing station. Here he gets first aid before being taken by lorry to (presumably) Cairo for intensive care. Jump forward (or was that later, after some flashbacks? I forget) to a convalescent unit where the flier, hideously deformed, his face a gargoyle, is interrogated by a British officer. Alas, the poor Hungarian cannot recall a thing, so cannot confirm whether he is British or German. Montgomery's High Command then does something weird. We do not see it, but it must have happened. They take this helpless human wreck and, instead of shipping him back to Blighty on a Red Cross convoy, ran him up to Alexandria, then down to Benghazi, across the Med to Sicily, across the island, over the Straits of Messina, through Calabria, past Naples and Rome and up to the fighting front in northern Tuscany. God knows why. Anyway, we see the long-suffering flier, still in searing agony, bumping along in another lorry, coming south from the fighting line with a bunch of freshly wounded Tommies. It is now October 1944. The convoy hits a minefield in the road, amazingly untouched considering how many divisions of the Eighth Army must have marched over it heading north. The nurse in charge (Juliette Binoche) decides that her human crisp can take no more of being schlepped up and down the Italian peninsula, even less being ferried from continent to continent. I was not surprised; the crisp has by now clocked up more miles than Thomas Cook. Spotting an abandoned and ruined Cistercian monastery on the skyline, she flies thither with her single patient and installs him in a large double bed. (Naughty old Cistercians.) Here she reads to him from his favourite book of Herodotus which the Bedouin, who normally take everything including the testicles, have kindly left him. Through more flashbacks, we learn that since 1938 he has been one of the group of upper-class Hooray Henries mysteriously 'mapping the desert' of Egypt, whisked about their tasks not only by the trusty and incredibly long-range Tiger Moth but also by an American stunt plane. They have jolly evenings round the campfires and occasional furloughs in the prewar elegance of Cairo. In this environment Almasy falls in love with the wife of a colleague, and on Christmas Eve 1938 gives her a right seeing-to in an office while a group of Jocks celebrate outside. The cuckolded husband (Colin Firth) suspects nothing, but he was playing Father Christmas at the time. It apparently takes four years — until October 1942 — for him to suss that his wife is being humped by his mate. Then he gets annoyed. But back to Tuscany... The nurse is still gazing soulfully at the crisp and reading extracts from Herodotus when into this maelstrom of ennui walk two odd characters. One is a Sikh bomb-disposal expert who loathes the Empire but has nevertheless volunteered for the 4th Indian Division and acquired a commission. He quickly discovers a left-behind German booby-trap bomb right inside the piano on which the nurse is tickling the ivories. (Even naughtier old Cistercians; they are not supposed to have a knees-up after vespers.) This is a sign for her to fall in love with the Sikh and go to share his outhouse. Cue for another right seeing-to; several ladies around me in the cinema ceased nibbling popcorn when the handsome Sikh threatened to produce his biriyani, but it all happened off-camera. The other unexpected guest is a haggard Canadian called Caravaggio, a tortured soul (literally), for he lacks both thumbs. In another flashback we learn he was a British agent spying against the Germans, was betrayed, caught and tortured. Amazingly he escaped, crossed the desert to British lines and has pursued the man he thinks shopped him from Cairo to an abandoned monastery in Tuscany. Again, God knows how. He interrogates the crisp in an attempt to confirm his suspicions and have revenge. The man on the bed can see a bit, but is himself unrecognisable. Wisely, he stays shtum. Eventually Caravaggio just sort of wanders off, unaware that he was right all along. It was the crisp who grassed him up... I think. After two hours we are getting the hang of things. Back in Cairo, Santa Claus has finally worked out that his permanently elegant wife (even in a howling desert) has been giving him the horns for four years and he is not pleased. Coming in to land 'Perhaps they had a mole?' one day, a hell of a long way from anywhere, he sees Almasy standing alone and seemingly abandoned (why?) on the desert strip. In a temper he aims his Stearman straight at the Hungarian and throws on the power. The propellers are supposed to do the rest. Almasy hurls himself to one side, the biplane crashes and kills the vengeful husband instead. But, alas, his wife, the lovely Kristin Scott Thomas, was in the front seat, and is cruelly wounded. Almasy (Ralph Fiennes) carries her to the cool of a cave, can do nothing for her, so sets off for help. For some reason (again, God knows which one) his Tiger Moth has been flown somewhere else, leaving him in the midst of nowhere without a jeep or truck to his name. So he walks, in temperatures of 120 plus, until he comes to an Arab village with some Tommies in it. He appeals for help. They refuse to believe he is not German, beat him up and lug him off to clink, (Don't ask, but for someone in a war zone he has no dog-tags or other identification.) Back in Tuscany, it is now May 1945, VE Day. Celebrations. Caravaggio has pissed off, still pissed off. The Sikh, having almost cleared the area of German mines, rides away. The crisp is still mumbling on his bed, still in agony, still dependent on morphine administered by Ms Binoche, who finally, with his ocular permission, gives him a terminal dose. He passes away and she jumps a truck to the nearest town, presumably to face the military police, having been Awol for eight months. Back in the desert we finally reach one of the climaxes. Escaping from durance vile, our hero discovers the village where his colleague parked the trusty Tiger Moth. Incredibly (most things abandoned in an Arab village become gutted skeletons in ten minutes) it is in perfect nick, fully fuelled and starts at the first kick. Away he flies back to the cave, but too late. Not surprising; he has been missing for several weeks. Miss Scott Thomas is very dead but looks amazingly glamorous considering the heat, flies, ants, maggots and other little critters that usually attend demise in the desert. Sadly the flier picks her up, dumps her in the front seat of the Tiger Moth and takes off. Ah, now we are back to square one of three hours earlier. He leaves the mountains and flies over the sand-dune sea in the midst of which that drat machine-gun nest is waiting. The trouble with three-hour films (for me) is that they have to be sustained by a mega-story, mesmeric characters, towering events. Dr Zhivago, Gandhi, Lawrence of Arabia could do it. This one, not. Lingering shots of the desert, however beautiful, syllable by syllable dialogue, soulful gazing In silence are not enough to sustain a gossamer story over three hours. Vincent Van Goatse has a new favorite as of 11:33 on May 6, 2020 |
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John Lee posted:That's a spicy hot take, because it's entirely made up bullshit. God almighty. Imagine writing all this.
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# ¿ Jul 13, 2020 03:49 |
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I finally, sadly have an actual contribution to this thread: Robert Nye's Falstaff. I've been on a Shakespeare kick recently and saw this in the Wikipedia article about Sir John Falstaff, one of the Bard's most famous creations. The Wikipedia article on Robert Nye notes that it won two apparently-major literary awards on publications and Anthony Burgess called it one of the 99 best novels published since 1939 in company with 1984, Catch-22, Gravity's Rainbow, A Confederacy of Dunces, and others. High praise. It's supposedly Falstaff's dictated autobiography and it takes less than ten chapters to turn the character Orson Welles called Shakespeare's greatest creation into an incestuous pedophile. Was every English artist of the 1970s a pedophile or does it just seem that way? More fool me, I kept reading and more absolutely awful sex scenes followed (at least, I assume they were awful since I skipped them) mixed in with lots of toilet humor (a whole chapter about farts, and while that might sound appealing to some of you from this description, it's just tedious and unfunny and uninteresting). Oh, and there's some wonderful anti-Irish stereotyping complete with them depicted as potato-obsessed a century before Columbus's voyage and two centuries before the potato even became a common crop in Ireland. Oh, and from what I can determine Nye plagiarized at least part of his book from an 1858 fictional biography of Falstaff which is funnier in every way.
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# ¿ Sep 18, 2020 04:32 |
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The Lone Badger posted:Tell me what this is called then and where to find it. Robert Barnabas Brough's The Life of Sir John Falstaff.
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# ¿ Sep 18, 2020 07:06 |
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Sham bam bamina! posted:I keep forgetting how great "the fragrance of a gibbous moon" is. It's certainly better than the fragrance of a GBS moon.
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# ¿ Dec 11, 2020 02:50 |
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Sham bam bamina! posted:Please do not conflate millennia-old and "universal" religious and cultural traditions with fandoms for corporately owned intellectual properties, thanks. Thank you.
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# ¿ Jan 17, 2021 22:16 |
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Ghost Leviathan posted:Wasn't Dirk Gently originally a Doctor Who script? Not sure about Dirk Gently, but Life, the Universe, and Everything absolutely was.
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# ¿ Jan 20, 2021 10:47 |
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Xarbala posted:This is the cultural hangups issue again. No.
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2021 10:04 |
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OwlFancier posted:I had to read shakespeare in school and it was crap. Just in case this isn't a joke, go watch or listen to it instead. What a difference that makes.
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# ¿ Jan 23, 2021 21:21 |
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John Lee posted:Yeah, sure, I'll go see a play. You can watch entire Shakespeare performances on YouTube for free you dolt.
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# ¿ Jan 24, 2021 20:42 |
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Sham bam bamina! posted:When I was a kid, I read my friend's copy of Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code, thought it was really cool, then went back and read the first two books, only to find that I had started with the good one. I've been reading through the Nero Wolfe books in order and it took until the fourth to find one I really enjoyed.
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# ¿ Jan 25, 2021 20:31 |
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John Lee posted:I types up a big page-long rant here and then thought better of it. (Then got a paragraph into a SECOND one immediately after that sentence.) Suffice it to say that I've absolutely experienced hostility in new situations, numerous times, including times when people repeatedly insisted I would not, and that while I can't detect any real difference in my style of casual-formal-polo-and-khakis, other people definitely have. Maybe you are, in fact, the hostile one and people are just reacting naturally to you.
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# ¿ Jan 26, 2021 00:15 |
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Meanwhile in Amazon's reviews...Alison posted:5.0 out of 5 stars Lucas posted:4.0 out of 5 stars
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# ¿ Jan 27, 2021 00:34 |
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I looked up Chrome on Goodreads and decided to see what the negative reviewer wrote about other things. Well, she's rated Great Gatsby two stars and a bunch of Star Trek tie-in novels five stars. Hmm.
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# ¿ Jan 27, 2021 00:41 |
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Sham bam bamina! posted:There are several negative reviews, some of which go into substantial detail about these, uh, qualities, which are mentioned in a few of the neutral reviews as well. To clarify, I'm not disagreeing with her or defending anything in a dead guy's smutty sci-fi book I'm never going to read. I don't doubt it's misogynist as all hell and probably racist too. I'm just noting something I found amusing. Vincent Van Goatse has a new favorite as of 01:53 on Jan 27, 2021 |
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Djeser posted:Unlike western fantasy, of course, which never draws from Dungeons and Dragons. I mean, D&D was cribbed whole from Tolkein and the like and people cribbing from D&D didn't stop others from cribbing from Tolkein and his imitators instead.
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# ¿ Feb 1, 2021 23:42 |
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Sham bam bamina! posted:None of those are isekai because they aren't naked power fantasies in which the other world exists to be exploited by the protagonist. Not every isekai is a naked power fantasy and some actually critique the idea quite harshly in their own way (Re:Zero immediately comes to mind). There are plenty of shitass ones that are straight-up power fantasies, though.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2021 07:36 |
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Strategic Tea posted:The Iliad is fanfiction. Ever wonder why Achilles sulks in his tent not appearing for large tracts of the story? Funnily enough this is almost certainly not true since Achilles is an attested Bronze Age Greek name.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2021 08:58 |
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I mean, it's not as if it's a verifiable hypothesis either way.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2021 12:13 |
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nonathlon posted:That article is all about Western Ellis, not China Mieville. No, that article mentions an article about Ellis but is about Mieville.
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# ¿ Apr 1, 2021 23:39 |
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I've heard Mieville's name dropped by the sort of people whose political alignment is basically "Pretentious Left", and I know he wrote a book about the Bolshevik revolution that I will never bother to read.
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# ¿ Apr 1, 2021 23:47 |
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C.M. Kruger posted:Perhaps more tangential than topical, a article from a few years back about Andrew J. Offutt, writer of fantasy, science fiction, Conan, and 400-some porno novels, who was motivated to start writing by the poor quality of erotica in the 60s. Ed Wood spent most of the last decade of his life writing porn stories and books too.
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# ¿ Jul 9, 2021 13:59 |
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OPAONI posted:What even is there for Reylo fiction, neither character is particularly interesting. Since when has that ever stopped fanfic?
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# ¿ Aug 30, 2021 19:44 |
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Djeser posted:I'm the kind of rear end in a top hat who'd suggest Lucian of Samosata's True History as 'classic science fiction. It's classical... You're not an rear end in a top hat for this.
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# ¿ Sep 5, 2021 00:32 |
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Domus posted:Sneetches weren’t cats, they were just Suess Things. It makes me genuinely sad that someone out there never read about the star-bellyed Sneetches. To your local children’s library, quickly! This is some star-bellied supremacist poo poo and I won't stand for it.
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# ¿ Oct 16, 2021 21:21 |
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No me gusta. NO ME GUSTA
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# ¿ Oct 21, 2021 09:23 |
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Inspector Gesicht posted:These days if a writer has some weird-hangups and a transformation-boner they can just eject that poo poo on deviantart. John Updike, according to reputation.
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# ¿ Oct 22, 2021 12:27 |
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Dabir posted:E: In trying to find this quote I've learned that he also wrote one where he speculated about her giving blowjobs when she's older. There was no reason in hell we needed to know this.
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# ¿ Nov 1, 2021 04:46 |
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Captain DIEgiene posted:You can either be an author or a sane person, you can only choose one Am a (non-fiction) author, can confirm.
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# ¿ Nov 1, 2021 04:53 |
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Brawnfire posted:What paraphilia do you pepper your prose with? John le Carre allusions.
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# ¿ Nov 1, 2021 08:35 |
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OwlFancier posted:lmao I forgot that was giles coren as well I wonder if David Mitchell has ever punched him during a family dinner.
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# ¿ Nov 1, 2021 08:45 |
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# ¿ May 21, 2024 07:35 |
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Elfface posted:I can now only picture the protagonist as Ricky Gervais for some reason. Giles Coren is basically a less funny Ricky Gervais so this is a normal reaction.
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# ¿ Nov 5, 2021 15:07 |