thesarahshay reblogged
shirt that says "i'm not high i just love saying insane sentences that don't make sense"
thesarahshay reblogged
4 years ago today.
Oh my heavens, I can't believe this was four years ago. What's funny about rewatching this is that the first half a dozen times I heard this song, I interpreted the line "I have permission from my boyfriend, and he'd like to help you out" to just mean that the boyfriend was on board with the plan. It wasn't until maybe a year or two ago when I saw Molly perform it live and she really winked it up on that line that I realized what the boyfriend in question wanted to help with. Watching this video, it's clear that Stephen understood that the first time.
thesarahshay reblogged
Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
Stephen Fry (via phenomenaaa) This is such an encouraging thought. I have often wished that I could just be one thing, and with the conviction of people who talk about always knowing what they wanted to do, and espouse sentiments like "If you wake up in the morning thinking about writing, you're a writer." I don't have to be a noun. I can verb.
thesarahshay reblogged
(via Reddit)
I love it when things accidentally line up like this on Twitter. Coincitweets.
There are British people who are cool, hard as it is to believe, and then there are people like me, who seem to be made of tweed.
thesarahshay reblogged
This makes me so happy. Two of my favorite Englishmen.
EDIT: Ack ack ack. David Tennant is Scottish. BritainFail.
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thesarahshay reblogged
Well said, Stephen!
Stephen: You have a daughter, don't you?
Hugh: Yes, Henrietta.
Stephen: Did he? I'm sorry.
Theory: Marcus Mumford (of Mumford & Sons) is the illegitimate love child of Stephen Fry and KD Lang. Am I right?!
Jeeves & Wooster drinking game!
When watching the 1990s BBC television adaptation of the classic P.G. Wodehouse series, drink: Every time Jeeves says, "I've taken the liberty." Every time someone expresses a desire to marry their cousin. Every time Tuppy Glossop makes you physically ill. Every time an actor is changed and you don't even realize until halfway through the episode because they never bother to call the character by name until then. And if you want to to get seriously fucked up: every time Jeeves says, "I think not, sir."
"On YouTube, the highest compliment you can pay someone is to say you want to have their babies. And some people think that's creepy, because it implies you want to do the rumpy-bumpy with them. But I mean it more in the sense that I would endure the intense pain of childbirth because I really like your art." -Paraphrased from Molly Lewis introducing her song "An Open Letter to Stephen Fry" at the Triple Door in Seattle, February 19, 2011. Best part about this song? She was invited to perform it next month when the Harvard Secular Society awards Stephen Fry with some sort of fancy award. The Internet: Making Magic Happen.
Language is mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my checkout girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God. Language is the dew on a fresh apple. It's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light as you pluck from an old bookshelf a half-forgotten book of erotic memoirs. Language is the creak on a stair; it's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane; it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party; it's the warm, wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy; the hulk of a charred Panzer; the underside of a granite boulder; the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl. It's cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.
Stephen Fry, A Bit of Fry & Laurie
I was enjoying this sketch until I realized that Fry's client is Tuppy Glossop. Eugh. Still, you have to appreciate a contract that has a Tom Waits clause.
Bear in mind that phrase, 'willy nilly.' I shall return to it later. For the mean time, seal it in a baggie and stash it in your hoodie, or fold it in scented tissue and lay it tenderly in your hope chest, according to taste.
- Stephen Fry's Podcast Series 2, Episode 3: "Language."