Bainbridge. I SO would.

I love Matt Berry.

Lately he is seriously giving Alan Rickman a run for his money on my favourite voices list. You know who I mean, he's Douglas Reynholm in The IT Crowd, Dixon Bainbridge in The Mighty Boosh and Dr Sanchez in Garth Marenghi's Darkplace (which I've only seen in bits and pieces on YouChoob - but it looks deadly). Now he's the voice of the "Bring on the trumpets!" bear sweetie in The Natural Confectionary Co. ads, (Thank FOOK they ditched that whole Aussie daddy/daughter angle and went with unreasonable talking sweets. Much better) and this one too...



Genius. And oh mo Dhia, that voice does things to me even though it's a jelly dinosaur. They've never been more attractive. He had a sketch show with Rich Fulcher (Bob Fossil) a few years ago on BBC3 called Snuff Box, and it's effing hilarious. Just put it into the search bar on YouTube and all manner of brilliant sketches will be yours to peruse. Such as these, the 'Boyfriend" sketches. FUCK YOU!



His IMDb page says he used to work as an actor in The London Dungeon in the early 2000s, Christ if he was still there I'd have to be dragged out of the place. He must have been a judge or something of that nature in it. Oooh yes please m'lud. As it is, I'm a total sucker for comedians (I might have texted Ray Darcy's show to tell Glenn Wool I'd have his babies. He said so long as I was over 18 and mentally stable to sit at the front of his next gig...) and the more I look at him (and hear him), the more I think: MIAOW!

Pesky kids

Went along to the Boosh book signing last Saturday, apparently there were tickets that you needed to get the book signed but we chanced our arms anyway. And by we I mean me and a very patient boyfriend who was willing to put up with the headwrecking neon tutu-ed and glitter encrusted fourteen year olds ahead of us for the best part of an hour just so I could get the Boosh boys to scribble on my shiny new copy. We had been warned about three times by various staff members that no ticket meant it mightn't get signed but sure I had to give it a go. Because it looked like we might have gotten hunted out of the queue before we reached the desk, I wasn't really thinking about what the hell I would say to either of them and wasn't nervous or anything.

Till it was my go.

All of a shot I was standing in front of Julian Barratt, squeaking "Hi!" as my mind went completely blank. I got distracted by how broad his shoulders are and have to say I second T Cup's weird crush nomination. I totally would. I said thanks as he passed the book over to (ahhh!) Noel Fielding. Noel Fielding! To be honest I didn't ever proper fancy him, I mean I loved looking at him, he's got a great face but he's just too dinky for me. Well that's what I thought. Again, all I could do was say hi and thanks, only this time I threw in a parting "You're a legend!". Uhh. He's fecking gorgeous close up, all massive eyes and flawless skin and I'm 95% sure he was checking me out. Well, he definitely looked at my boobs anyway! Of course Himself doesn't get all giddy and useless around famous people and just chatted away to them after me about Dublin and their mental busy schedule, shook their hands and was cool as a feckin breeze! No fair! My brain just turned to mush! Ah well, I got my book signed and had two of my favourite famous people ever smile at me. They actually just looked a bit relieved to be talking to relatively normal people and not more screaming and hyperventilating teenagers. Yay us!

And here's a few rubbish ones from the aftershow party last Tuesday.







Look! He pointed in my general direction! Doesn't take much to get me excited really, does it?

K

Booshyful!

Just when I thought I couldn't love the Mighty Boosh any more, I got to go to the aftershow party in the Academy on Tuesday night and the show itself last night, and AMAZING doesn't even begin to cover it! It was part stand-up, part panto and part gig, kind of a big dirty bag of comedy pick n' mix. There were some brilliant (and well deserved) digs at the thieving Honey Monster, but not enough crimping for my liking. Then again it's probably better not to overdo something like that or it becomes too much of a gimmick. I was just so freakin happy to see the Hitcher and Charlie run amok onstage, not to mention in awe of Noel Fielding's ridiculously great (albeit fairly short) legs. Anyway the whole thing was hilarious and even with the super shiny and sparkly set design and props, it still had the slightly thrown together, bits-falling-off, "was that meant to happen?" charm of the TV show and the previous live tour and I loved it. (T took some loverly photos, below)

I'm going to the book signing in Easons on Saturday because, yes, I'm a nerdy fangurl and the new book looks GAWJUS. It's even on the Creative Review website, so as a graphic designer it's my duty to have an interest. And to do my best not to melt like a pink bitch in front of them.

K