Tickling the English

Tickling the English

Dara Ó Briain

Language: English

Pages: 158

ISBN: 0718154371

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Irishman Dara Ó Briain lives and works in England. When he's not in London, he's taking his show on tour up and down the country. Although he's been doing this for years, it's clear to him that his adopted home is still a a bit of an enigma. It is high time, he decides, to discover what makes the English so...well, English.

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divine. You do some incanting first, of course. You can’t do divining without a bit of incantation. It just doesn’t work without the incanting. Anything that sounds, you know, sort of… Sumerian. Repeated over and over until you collapse, drained, pointing down at the tarmac and with your last breath, ‘Your… cable… is… here.’ This is exactly how stage psychics work, by the way. Our service locator didn’t seem that interested in adding a touch of occult mystery to his day job but was thrilled

make. For a professional communicator, the Navy signaller seemed as if he would have been happier left alone at this stage but, after Sheffield, I felt starved of attention and, besides, he arrived late and had a cool job. For the DVD recording, I had been forced to do some fact-checking for legal purposes. Little things like advertising slogans and product names. You can still mention them, but have to make sure you don’t spend the entire tour slagging off Tefal for selling a ‘Stealth’ kettle

discovery that, despite years of hype, the two faiths seemed to have little or nothing to distinguish them. In fact, they actually used the same words, in the same order, all through the service. Sample joke: ‘That’s not a mixed marriage. A mixed marriage is one side of the room saying “Mazel Tov!” and the other side firing guns in the air. A mixed marriage is one side parading a giant paper dragon through the room while, on the other side, men with spears are leaping up and down, trying to win

successful, however. Michael McIntyre was enjoying his encore after a successful show when gravity struck during a routine about skipping and he was left crumpled on the stage. This initially got a big laugh, until it became obvious that Michael wasn’t getting up, having dislocated his shoulder. The theatre manager had to finish off the show, thank Michael and tell the audience to leave. However, the Civic Hall isn’t one of those theatres with a proscenium arch at the front, nor with a big red

your children. Look around you. There might be one of us right here, sitting in the room with you. Fear us, Britain. Fear us! Enoch Powell certainly did, spending the latter years of his political career as an Ulster Unionist MEP. He died in 1998. Sadly, he never got to see how modern Britain looked when, as he put it himself, ‘the black man had the whip hand over the white man’. Of course he didn’t; none of us have. But he wasn’t forgotten. In a BBC poll in 2002 he was voted fifty-fifth on the

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