My sympathies to prostate cancer for being diagnosed with Jeremy Clarkson.
I think you're confusing that with a misplaced politeness, myself.
I regret to inform you, that according to most fans in England, corners don't count, so it's still 1-1.
If someone made a Life of Brian now you just know Cleese would be there with Malcolm Muggridge and the Bishop of Bath & Wells telling them insolent youngsters they're blasphemous little upstarts who've offended polite society.
'Regardez, Daniel. Please do not say that we are friends. We just like racism together, it is not the same thing. Merci, Jean-Paul.
Been invited to the pub for the England match. Had to politely decline because, quite frankly, I'll get into trouble.
I'm sorry, I know it's not the big issue here, but that beard makes him look like he's about to go and stone a fella because he said his halibut was 'Good enough for Jehovah'.
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One of the country's sharpest minds, albeit sixty years ago now, getting rage baited by some of the most obvious baseless right-wing propaganda. Just sums up where we are now, up to our necks in it.
