With his reputation in tatters, his career all but over, and his fürstlich acquaintances abandoning him at an alarming rate, everyone’s erstwhile favourite blue-blooded populariser of Dublin’s fine arts, Byron Chaffinch Frump, clings obstinately to the one final thing he can be sure of:
Eleven foot lizardmen from the Bacchanalian dimension are among us and threatening everything we hold dear.
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Last week this blog got the most traffic since I started it. This was, ostensibly, because I posted more often than I normally do. Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that the posts were short, had something of a point, and weren’t about events that nobody had been to.
Don’t get used to it.
Anyway, to celebrate, here is a YouTube video of my favourite comedy sketch of all time. When I saw this first, it hurt my stomach. I don’t know why, it just did. It’s from Graham Linehan and Arthur Mathews’ surrealist sketch show Big Train, and it’s about Portaccio, the greatest ever Shakespeare impersonator.