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rionaleonhart) wrote2010-12-14 05:20 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-12-14 05:20 pm
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You Would Have To Be In Cahoots With The Wasp.
Went to see the Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2010 being recorded last night! The panel were Alan Carr, Michael McIntyre, Jonathan Ross, Ruth Jones, Noel Fielding and Richard Ayoade, and the presenter was Jimmy Carr.
I can't remember a great deal, because it was long and tiring, but I've made some notes on the show below the cut. Some of the joke answers to questions were great (the Ayoade-Fielding team was a joy), but those are guaranteed to be in the actual broadcast, so I haven't talked about them here. When I refer to 'Carr', it's always Jimmy Carr, rather than Alan Carr.
Prior to the actual quiz bit, there was some chatter about what the panellists had been doing over the past year. McIntyre had published his autobiography, but, he confessed, he'd been embarrassed over how uneventful his sex life had been prior to his marriage, so in writing it he'd actually made up some women and claimed to have had sex with them.
An early question was on what inappropriate thing police officers had done in the snow. Jones suggested that they might have had sex with a snowman.
Ross: But it'd melt, wouldn't it? 'Cause of the friction.
I just like it when people put too much thought into these things.
Ayoade and Fielding were delightfully terrible. At one point, they actually got a question right, to Carr's open astonishment. Ayoade, taking a 'quit while you're ahead' approach, walked off in the middle of filming and returned after several minutes (he'd gone to the loo). While he was gone, McIntyre went off to get some fresh contact lenses and proceeded to put them in on the set, in front of us. I have now seen Michael McIntyre putting his contact lenses in. I'm fairly certain you don't get more showbiz than that.
Later, Carr made the error of asking Ayoade what was on his mind. Ayoade answered, entirely honestly, with a detailed description of the water pressure issues in his shower. The entire programme was derailed into a conversation about plumbing. Carr made several failed attempts to get it back on track (Ayoade feigned offence at the fact that Carr obviously hadn't really cared about what was on his mind when he asked), eventually snapping with an 'OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.'
Ayoade was probably my favourite panellist. I loved that he had a very serious demeanour but quite obviously wasn't taking the quiz seriously at all.
McIntyre felt that the recording was like being on a long-haul flight. He had to get up and walk around to avoid deep vein thrombosis.
Jones: On long-haul flights, do you ever speak to other passengers?
McIntyre: I'm not even going to talk to you right now.
At one point, the other panellists started to quiz Michael McIntyre on what he would be doing if he weren't a comedian. McIntyre, tired and confused: '...I don't understand. Are you taking my career away?'
Fielding reminisced about an earlier job. 'I worked in a bakery for one day once. But the boss went out, and when he came back in I was lying down, eating cakes.'
One of the questions was on which name had caused a radio presenter to accidentally swear.
Carr: The producers are telling us that Richard might have to cross out what he's written. (looks at Ayoade and Fielding's screen) ...no, I don't think you can write that.
As it turned out, what they had written was 'John Cuntface'.
The topic of the radio slipup eventually led to the following exchange:
Jones: Ask me what the Welsh for 'first' is.
Carr: What's the Welsh for 'first'?
Jones: Cyntaf (pronounced 'cuntav').
Carr: Cuntav. Hmm. (turning to the audience) Well, might as well learn some Welsh, as we're here; on the count of three, you all say the Welsh word for 'first'.
(We do.)
McIntyre: Ask me what the Norwegian for 'garden furniture' is.
Carr: What's the Norwegian for 'garden furniture'?
McIntyre: Cuntcake.
Carr: ...I don't think that's true, but I'm going to make the audience say it anyway. (does so)
Ross: Jimmy, Jimmy, ask me what the Japanese for 'Jimmy Carr' is.
Carr: Let's move on.
And that's all I can remember for now!
It may have been Stockholm syndrome setting in, but after four hours in a room with Jimmy Carr his incredibly stupid laugh ceases to grate and becomes rather endearing. I like him quite a lot now.
I can't remember a great deal, because it was long and tiring, but I've made some notes on the show below the cut. Some of the joke answers to questions were great (the Ayoade-Fielding team was a joy), but those are guaranteed to be in the actual broadcast, so I haven't talked about them here. When I refer to 'Carr', it's always Jimmy Carr, rather than Alan Carr.
Prior to the actual quiz bit, there was some chatter about what the panellists had been doing over the past year. McIntyre had published his autobiography, but, he confessed, he'd been embarrassed over how uneventful his sex life had been prior to his marriage, so in writing it he'd actually made up some women and claimed to have had sex with them.
An early question was on what inappropriate thing police officers had done in the snow. Jones suggested that they might have had sex with a snowman.
Ross: But it'd melt, wouldn't it? 'Cause of the friction.
I just like it when people put too much thought into these things.
Ayoade and Fielding were delightfully terrible. At one point, they actually got a question right, to Carr's open astonishment. Ayoade, taking a 'quit while you're ahead' approach, walked off in the middle of filming and returned after several minutes (he'd gone to the loo). While he was gone, McIntyre went off to get some fresh contact lenses and proceeded to put them in on the set, in front of us. I have now seen Michael McIntyre putting his contact lenses in. I'm fairly certain you don't get more showbiz than that.
Later, Carr made the error of asking Ayoade what was on his mind. Ayoade answered, entirely honestly, with a detailed description of the water pressure issues in his shower. The entire programme was derailed into a conversation about plumbing. Carr made several failed attempts to get it back on track (Ayoade feigned offence at the fact that Carr obviously hadn't really cared about what was on his mind when he asked), eventually snapping with an 'OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.'
Ayoade was probably my favourite panellist. I loved that he had a very serious demeanour but quite obviously wasn't taking the quiz seriously at all.
McIntyre felt that the recording was like being on a long-haul flight. He had to get up and walk around to avoid deep vein thrombosis.
Jones: On long-haul flights, do you ever speak to other passengers?
McIntyre: I'm not even going to talk to you right now.
At one point, the other panellists started to quiz Michael McIntyre on what he would be doing if he weren't a comedian. McIntyre, tired and confused: '...I don't understand. Are you taking my career away?'
Fielding reminisced about an earlier job. 'I worked in a bakery for one day once. But the boss went out, and when he came back in I was lying down, eating cakes.'
One of the questions was on which name had caused a radio presenter to accidentally swear.
Carr: The producers are telling us that Richard might have to cross out what he's written. (looks at Ayoade and Fielding's screen) ...no, I don't think you can write that.
As it turned out, what they had written was 'John Cuntface'.
The topic of the radio slipup eventually led to the following exchange:
Jones: Ask me what the Welsh for 'first' is.
Carr: What's the Welsh for 'first'?
Jones: Cyntaf (pronounced 'cuntav').
Carr: Cuntav. Hmm. (turning to the audience) Well, might as well learn some Welsh, as we're here; on the count of three, you all say the Welsh word for 'first'.
(We do.)
McIntyre: Ask me what the Norwegian for 'garden furniture' is.
Carr: What's the Norwegian for 'garden furniture'?
McIntyre: Cuntcake.
Carr: ...I don't think that's true, but I'm going to make the audience say it anyway. (does so)
Ross: Jimmy, Jimmy, ask me what the Japanese for 'Jimmy Carr' is.
Carr: Let's move on.
And that's all I can remember for now!
It may have been Stockholm syndrome setting in, but after four hours in a room with Jimmy Carr his incredibly stupid laugh ceases to grate and becomes rather endearing. I like him quite a lot now.
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I'm glad you can stand Carr's laugh, because mine is that but higher pitched, so it gives me hope for Seal-rape Laugh Acceptance.
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I am happy to accept strange laughs!
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Haha. I once let mine loose at a comedy show and afterwards, when I went to apologize to the comedian, he delightfully told me to embrace my weird laugh. Which was a welcome dichotomy from his on-stage persona (Bo Burnhum, just in case).
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(Also, I find both the comedian's response and the fact that you felt the need to apologise to him adorable.)
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(I apologize for everything. Sorry.)
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:D?