He has a new one where he was asked by the White House to promote the Easter Egg Roll but this one is still a classic:
Move over, Alan Cumming. There’s a new Scot in town.
A little late what with the whole MRI and inlaws yesterday but here’s your comedy!
The Chupacabra selling Sunchips killed me on Comedy Bang Bang – especially watching Jon Hamm trying to keep a straight face.
El Chupacabra: Do you love cool ranch Doritos, but you want your breath to smell even worse? And you don’t want your chips to be triangles, but instead kind of wavy squares? Then you should eat Chips del Sol!
Jon Hamm (translating): Uhh, you should eat Sun Chips!
The German impressionist is pretty fascinating.
I don’t often get out to see movies the way I used to but I may make an exceptional effort to see this. Or maybe just watch “Shaun of the Dead” again.
After a lengthy and passionate diatribe against himself, Stephen takes a breather.
Good gracious, I know how this reads. To listen to the neuroses of a spoilt, over-paid, over-praised, over-pampered celebrity must be unendurable. For me to wallow in the luxury of being worried only by such insignificant piffle while so many in the world suffer the traumas, terrors and torments of poverty, hunger, disease and war. Even here in the developed world there are plenty who have financial and familial worries enough to be – to say the least – unsympathetic to my plight. I know. My God, do you think I do not know how monstrously self-indulgent, narcissistic and childish I must sound in so many ears? That is the point. My real dissatisfaction is with my dissatisfaction. How dare I be so discontent? How dare I? Or being discontent why cannot I shut up about it?
If your bionic eyes are up for it, looks like you can read more here.