22 May 2011, 5:49 am
22 May 2011, 8:55 am
22 May 2011, 9:29 am
Twirlip wrote:
My list (UK-centric, for obvious reasons, and mainly consisting of comedians, for some less obvious reason):
Joan Armatrading
Bill Bailey
Sanjeev Bhaskar
Derren Brown
Hugh Dennis
Kenny Everett
Stephen Fry
Andy Hamilton
Miranda Hart
Richard Herring
Eddie Izzard
Jesus Christ (+ interpreter?!)
Phil Jupitus
Gordon Kennedy
Lisa Kudrow
Aimee Mann
Freddie Mercury
Paul Merton
Graham Norton
Vic Reeves
Linda Smith
Richard Stilgoe
Loudon Wainwright III
Ludwig Wittgenstein
(My other fantasy is of simply being alone in a world which has suddenly and non-violently been depleted of all other people.)
Joan Armatrading
Bill Bailey
Sanjeev Bhaskar
Derren Brown
Hugh Dennis
Kenny Everett
Stephen Fry
Andy Hamilton
Miranda Hart
Richard Herring
Eddie Izzard
Jesus Christ (+ interpreter?!)
Phil Jupitus
Gordon Kennedy
Lisa Kudrow
Aimee Mann
Freddie Mercury
Paul Merton
Graham Norton
Vic Reeves
Linda Smith
Richard Stilgoe
Loudon Wainwright III
Ludwig Wittgenstein
(My other fantasy is of simply being alone in a world which has suddenly and non-violently been depleted of all other people.)
I can imagine becoming quite erm... violent if I was stranded on a desert island with some of those people. Derren Brown is insufferably smug, and I would have to draw a line across the sand to keep him on his half. Likewise Graham Norton and Vic Reeves. Eddie Izzard would be good, as long as he didn't try to persuade me to vote Labour too often.
I can't think of a single person I've met in real life, or on tv, who I would like to be stranded with. But if I had a partner then probably them. Hopefully they would be of calm disposition, enjoy being solitary and independent, be handy at building tree houses and growing vegetables, and respectful of boundaries. In fact if they were, then this could be a solution to my housing benefit worries.
22 May 2011, 9:42 am
22 May 2011, 9:47 am
Henbane wrote:
I can't think of a single person I've met in real life, or on tv, who I would like to be stranded with. But if I had a partner then probably them. Hopefully they would be of calm disposition, enjoy being solitary and independent, be handy at building tree houses and growing vegetables, and respectful of boundaries. In fact if they were, then this could be a solution to my housing benefit worries.
One day, a bottle washes up on the beach. Hands trembling in eagerness, scarcely pausing to scrape the sand off your fingers, you make several fumbling attempts to prise out the cork, which is damp, partially corroded, and almost stuck fast in the neck of the bottle. Finally, you succeed, and, using a couple of twigs, you carefully lift out the piece of paper inside, which has been rolled up, tied with string, and sealed with red wax. It just barely fits through the neck of the bottle. Mercifully, in spite of its journey across thousands of miles, it is still perfectly dry. You unfold it, start to read it, and then collapse onto the beach and start howling in anguish. It is a letter from the Department for Work and Pensions, calling you to a Work Capability Assessment.
22 May 2011, 9:53 am
22 May 2011, 10:13 am
Twirlip wrote:
Henbane wrote:
I can't think of a single person I've met in real life, or on tv, who I would like to be stranded with. But if I had a partner then probably them. Hopefully they would be of calm disposition, enjoy being solitary and independent, be handy at building tree houses and growing vegetables, and respectful of boundaries. In fact if they were, then this could be a solution to my housing benefit worries.
One day, a bottle washes up on the beach. Hands trembling in eagerness, scarcely pausing to scrape the sand off your fingers, you make several fumbling attempts to prise out the cork, which is damp, partially corroded, and almost stuck fast in the neck of the bottle. Finally, you succeed, and, using a couple of twigs, you carefully lift out the piece of paper inside, which has been rolled up, tied with string, and sealed with red wax. It just barely fits through the neck of the bottle. Mercifully, in spite of its journey across thousands of miles, it is still perfectly dry. You unfold it, start to read it, and then collapse onto the beach and start howling in anguish. It is a letter from the Department for Work and Pensions, calling you to a Work Capability Assessment.
Noooooooooooo!!
22 May 2011, 10:15 am
b9 wrote:
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With whom would you like to be marooned on a desert island?
the fattest person i could find
You're not a vegetarian then?
22 May 2011, 10:19 am
nobody.
I prefer solitude.
Just call me Henry David Thoreau/Robinson Crusoe
22 May 2011, 10:27 am
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22 May 2011, 11:38 am
TeaEarlGreyHot wrote:
Anyone that knows how to survive such conditions without resorting to cannibalism.
Not b9 then!
