“When dancing, lost in techo trance, arms flailing, gawky Bez, then find you snagged on frowns, and slowly it dawns, you’re jazzing to the bleep tone of a life support machine that marks the steady fading of your day old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens lead to blue flash road mash, stretchers, covered heads and slippy red macadam, and find you creeping ‘neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangle bird, hoping you soon too will be freezer drawed. Then welcome. Mmm, ooh chemotherapy wig. Welcome. In Jam, Jam, Jam, Jam, Jaaaaam. ”
i’m in the middle of a chris morris binge at the moment. it started by listening to jam & blue jam in bed (a sure root to weird, weird dreams) then watching the dvd of brass eye and i’m now making my way through the day today (which as a sidenote is putting me in the mood to start watching alan partridge from the start again too)
chris morris is a genius.
jam is one of the darkest creepiest most fucked up corners of comedy ever to exist. the day today and brass eye are that + satire = supernewsbrilliancehumour. or something. they move so fast i know i’m missing ten jokes in every scene because i’m too busy laughing at the name austin tassletine. the stockmarket report on the day today is one of the funniest things i’ve ever seen.
“Every time I see your picture, Myra/I have to phone my latest girlfriend up and fire her/And find a prostitute who looks like you and hire her/Oh, me oh Myra.”
need i even mention ‘paedogeddon’?
like i said: