Mark Lamarr Is King

Now, I know I love Never Mind the Buzzcocks. I'm legendary for it, in fact. For Christmas, the Princess bought me the Buzzcocks board game. Every other joke that I make was originally made by someone on Buzzcocks, usually by sarky host Mark Lamarr.

Monday night at 9pm is my most favourite time in the whole wide world. More favourite than 4 in the morning or Fridays at 9 (Friends). More favourite even, than that moment hovering between wakefulness and sleep. When I was in America I would call my dad once a week in order to remind him to tape it for me. Visting that Christmas, the first thing I did on arrival home wasn't talking to my mum or dad or brother. It was grabbing the tape from my dad's waiting hand, loading up on crisps and raspberry ice tea and running up to my room to watch it all. Is the picture now clear in your mind?

Now, there are many reasons I love Buzzcocks. The sarcastic, dry, barbed nature of Lamarr's attacks, seeing my musical heroes mocked without mercy (even John Lennon isn't immune), the tone-deaf Intros round... Mostly I love that they take the piss out of shitehawks like Westlife as much as me. So imagine my delight when Lamarr began his now famous "I say I enjoyed it..." moment this week:

"In 2001 Robbie Williams a tribute album of classic covers called Swing When You're Winning. I say I enjoyed it, I tolerated it. I say I tolerated it, the only time I heard it I ran face first into a propeller before showering under the outlet pipe of a dysentery clinic. Then I superglued my tongue to a condemned meat lorry and I was dragged through the high street of Nettle Town. This, mind you, was during the Great Dock Leaf shortage. Then to my bath where I sat tossing in various electrical appliances and with my back to the taps. Although to be fair... I thought Angels was shit as well."

(I admit that for some of this you either had to be there or had to be British)

Anyone who was around me (or indeed, the Orange County area) at the time of Swing...'s release knows my opinion of it. Mostly because I've heard all of those songs done by people who can sing and aren't an ex-dancer from Take That. At least, I don't remember a Take That line-up that included Frank Sinatra. Needless to say, I choked on my dinner while stupidly trying to eat and laugh at the same time.

I just had to share my joy and good humour with you all. Mark Lamarr is king and I have a whole new batch of Robbie Williams jokes... *snickers wickedly, rubs hands together and imagines the possibilities*

Mark Lamarr Is King

Now, I know I love Never Mind the Buzzcocks. I'm legendary for it, in fact. For Christmas, the Princess bought me the Buzzcocks board game. Every other joke that I make was originally made by someone on Buzzcocks, usually by sarky host Mark Lamarr.

Monday night at 9pm is my most favourite time in the whole wide world. More favourite than 4 in the morning or Fridays at 9 (Friends). More favourite even, than that moment hovering between wakefulness and sleep. When I was in America I would call my dad once a week in order to remind him to tape it for me. Visting that Christmas, the first thing I did on arrival home wasn't talking to my mum or dad or brother. It was grabbing the tape from my dad's waiting hand, loading up on crisps and raspberry ice tea and running up to my room to watch it all. Is the picture now clear in your mind?

Now, there are many reasons I love Buzzcocks. The sarcastic, dry, barbed nature of Lamarr's attacks, seeing my musical heroes mocked without mercy (even John Lennon isn't immune), the tone-deaf Intros round... Mostly I love that they take the piss out of shitehawks like Westlife as much as me. So imagine my delight when Lamarr began his now famous "I say I enjoyed it..." moment this week:

"In 2001 Robbie Williams a tribute album of classic covers called Swing When You're Winning. I say I enjoyed it, I tolerated it. I say I tolerated it, the only time I heard it I ran face first into a propeller before showering under the outlet pipe of a dysentery clinic. Then I superglued my tongue to a condemned meat lorry and I was dragged through the high street of Nettle Town. This, mind you, was during the Great Dock Leaf shortage. Then to my bath where I sat tossing in various electrical appliances and with my back to the taps. Although to be fair... I thought Angels was shit as well."

(I admit that for some of this you either had to be there or had to be British)

Anyone who was around me (or indeed, the Orange County area) at the time of Swing...'s release knows my opinion of it. Mostly because I've heard all of those songs done by people who can sing and aren't an ex-dancer from Take That. At least, I don't remember a Take That line-up that included Frank Sinatra. Needless to say, I choked on my dinner while stupidly trying to eat and laugh at the same time.

I just had to share my joy and good humour with you all. Mark Lamarr is king and I have a whole new batch of Robbie Williams jokes... *snickers wickedly, rubs hands together and imagines the possibilities*