Gary Boozy

It appears to me that with these Drunk History videos, the humour lies in the person rather then the tale; as those witty t shirts say, 'beauty is in the eye of the beer holder' (will those such t shirts ever stop just being so funny right now! Stitches!). The best and therefore funniest bits were the cranberry spill and the sophisticated way the large man began his recounting of Glen Johnson, or whoever. Drunkz iz funny, yeah? Not all the time though; we've all shirked the sexy looks of the beer-for-breakfast-beer-for-lunch-smelling tramp on the bus. That aside though, to me it seems the real stories these renditions are based on are pretty hilarious anyway. Glen Michaels and electric key business to me seem lame, frilly, fairy tale Grimm's fantasy (it appears now I've decided in every one of my own blogposts to lightly mock American History). I need to ask you, Tiffany- did that key thing actually happen? Really? Drunk History works because they're drunk. Think of it like this; imagine a sober man telling you about this particular highlight in British social history.
(props also for George Michael for the when he gets out his mobile phone to tell his friends about his pledge).
On my own pop culture radar this week was me being hunted down by a civilian on Carnaby Street for an interview (translation: some work experience guy from a radio station no one listens to wanted a vox pop from me. It wouldn't have surprised me if it was just him doing his homework or something. I was on Carnaby Street though- it was just a shame it was Carnaby Street 2008 then Carnaby Street 1966, really.). He turned on his microphone and asked me straightaway "what's the word on the street?". Wha'? It's a hard question to answer, especially since I'm by no means a baller in 1992 and because there is so many things you can say to that question. My answer, you ask? I spurted out genuinely the first thing that came into my head- or rather, my eyeline: "Puff ball skirts". It was the first time I had ever said the word(s) 'puff ball skirts' yet it was all anybody was talking about on my cerebral street upstairs ("women crying" would have been the perfect answer! If only...). Not a day goes by when I don't wish I could Biff Tannen that one. Thinking about it in the time since (and not 'puff ball skirts' as you might not expect), it appears that this here blog is the perfect space to do it. So...
"What's the word on the streets?"
"Meat. Meat is the word on the streets. I'm sick of people thinking it's cool and eco-friendly to be all vegetarian and eat hummus. Only 2 years ago, hummus was served in restaurants with an apology. Now, it's like they're sending hummus to the moon with a copy of Thriller to show extra terrestrial life what humans are like. Meat is coming back. Any girl who doesn't like a banger in the mouth is a dirty liar"
Makes me wish I had a coach in how to interview, really...
Oh, what, like P Diddy, you mean?
I only wish I could have found the video clip of his interview I saw on MTV today. Now, this section of the post comes very close to becoming a trashy celeb blog, which it may well one day become. Who knows? The interview is basically transcribed here, but the sight of seeing the P the D the I the D the D the Y flummoxing in this interview was ridiculous. He said he's currently in Cannes as part of his 'future movie-star in training' regime. Is there une Stanislvaski ecolé on the plage or something? Erm, no. P Diddy is instead observing the great ones- Brad Pitt, Clint Eastwood, Gwyneth Paltrow- and how they deal with interviews on the red carpet. Bright spark that he is, he notices that "they are always breathing. They're not rushing". But the way Diddy said it on TV, it was more like he was saying "they're not Russian". If P 'Detective' Diddy just about noticed that they're breathing, I give him credit for spying out they're not former Soviets. I wonder, what could his first major film role be? By the sound of things, hopefully it could be a remake of the hit espionage comedies "Spies Like Us", or "The Man With One Red Shoe" (maybe The Man with One Red 'Ice Cream'? Boy, this cutting edge is hard to stand on, let me tell you...)