Thursday, August 03, 2006

Speaking of the end of the world...

Saw Frankie Boyle the other night in Glasgow doing a preview of his routine for the Edinburgh Festival. Outstanding. Best three quid I've spend in twenty years. On the end of the world:
"So the best tennis player in Britain is Scottish? I'm not up to speed on my Nostradamus but isn't that one of the harbingers of the apocalypse or something?"
Damn straight. If he ever wins Wimbledon - or if we ever have a Pope from Lanarkshire - put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye, for surely this present age and all its things passeth away?

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