'Doesn't Peter Andre Look Like Charlie Brooker?'
For some reason I thought she said Carl Andre. Conceptual artists and snide newspaper columnists do not go together in my mind.
Me: WHAT?
Tired Mam: You can just see him singing Mysterious Girl can't you?
Me: Honestly. WHAT?
TM: I mean. I've seen him on Have I Got News For You and that -
Me: Peter ANDRE?
I'd never really clocked him as the 'topical debate' sort.
TM: NO! That'd be mad. Charlie Brooker.
Me: Right.
TM: And he doesn't look a bit like Peter Andre.
Me: WHAT? Wait -
I am literally lost for words. I put the phone down for a moment and stare about my office. There are various telephone conversations taking place, involving phrases like 'credit control', 'deadlines', 'servers are down' etc. None involve washed-up 1990's 'singers' and painfully amusing 'Guardian Columnists'. My normal office chat / mouth-ADHD begins to sound sane by comparison.
Me: Right. What?
TM: On the cover of his new book. He looks like Peter Andre. But he doesn't look like Peter Andre at all.
Me: Seriously. You've rung me at work -
TM: But he doesn't.
Me: What?
TM: Look like Peter Andre.
Me: I KNOW.
I feel like a simple child has chanted the words 'Peter Andre' into my ears in an annoying sing-song manner for 36 hours.
TM: But he does though.
Me: WHAT!
TM: On the cover of the book. He looks just like Peter Andre.
Me: Please don't say 'Peter Andre' any more.
TM: I thought that it was meant to be Peter Andre [FUCKFUCKFUCK] leading a charge of idiots. Like he was the leader of the fuck-witted.
Me: Ok. So Charlie Brooker's publishers are deciding upon the cover art for his new book, the general subject of which is that people in general are facile and worthless, and feel that Peter fucking Andre best represents this?
TM: Yes.
Pause. She has a point of sorts.
TM: But it doesn't really work because he doesn't even look like Peter Andre.
Me: WHO? The guy depicted on the cover?
TM: NO! CHARLIE FUCKING BROOKER!
Me: I have to go. Fuck me.
TM: What?
Me: No wonder we split up.
TM: Really though. Ask anyone you work with. They'll all say it.
Me: Say what?
TM: That Charlie Brooker looks like Peter Andre. Everyone's been thinking it, it's just that I'm the only one brave enough to say so. Like when you admit you look at the toilet paper after you've wiped.
Me: Fuck. Do you? Filth.
TM: You know what I mean. Ask around. I won't be the only one thinking it.
Me: Thinking that a writer none of them would have heard of resembles a 'singer' they're all too young to remember? I'm sure they are. They just haven't the courage to bring it to my attention for fear of embarrassing themselves.
So. Dear readers. For the sake of settling feasibly the world's most absurd argument, does or does not a Guardian writer resemble except not really resemble an ex-pop 'singer' who sung one song and looks like he should be in a Disney movie (personally I think he looks like that guy off of Lilo & Stitch).
Make it snappy, it's not the festive spirit to be not having furious rows with estranged loved-ones about things that don't matter. And I need some ammunition.
Me: WHAT?
Tired Mam: You can just see him singing Mysterious Girl can't you?
Me: Honestly. WHAT?
TM: I mean. I've seen him on Have I Got News For You and that -
Me: Peter ANDRE?
I'd never really clocked him as the 'topical debate' sort.
TM: NO! That'd be mad. Charlie Brooker.
Me: Right.
TM: And he doesn't look a bit like Peter Andre.
Me: WHAT? Wait -
I am literally lost for words. I put the phone down for a moment and stare about my office. There are various telephone conversations taking place, involving phrases like 'credit control', 'deadlines', 'servers are down' etc. None involve washed-up 1990's 'singers' and painfully amusing 'Guardian Columnists'. My normal office chat / mouth-ADHD begins to sound sane by comparison.
Me: Right. What?
TM: On the cover of his new book. He looks like Peter Andre. But he doesn't look like Peter Andre at all.
Me: Seriously. You've rung me at work -
TM: But he doesn't.
Me: What?
TM: Look like Peter Andre.
Me: I KNOW.
I feel like a simple child has chanted the words 'Peter Andre' into my ears in an annoying sing-song manner for 36 hours.
TM: But he does though.
Me: WHAT!
TM: On the cover of the book. He looks just like Peter Andre.
Me: Please don't say 'Peter Andre' any more.
TM: I thought that it was meant to be Peter Andre [FUCKFUCKFUCK] leading a charge of idiots. Like he was the leader of the fuck-witted.
Me: Ok. So Charlie Brooker's publishers are deciding upon the cover art for his new book, the general subject of which is that people in general are facile and worthless, and feel that Peter fucking Andre best represents this?
TM: Yes.
Pause. She has a point of sorts.
TM: But it doesn't really work because he doesn't even look like Peter Andre.
Me: WHO? The guy depicted on the cover?
TM: NO! CHARLIE FUCKING BROOKER!
Me: I have to go. Fuck me.
TM: What?
Me: No wonder we split up.
TM: Really though. Ask anyone you work with. They'll all say it.
Me: Say what?
TM: That Charlie Brooker looks like Peter Andre. Everyone's been thinking it, it's just that I'm the only one brave enough to say so. Like when you admit you look at the toilet paper after you've wiped.
Me: Fuck. Do you? Filth.
TM: You know what I mean. Ask around. I won't be the only one thinking it.
Me: Thinking that a writer none of them would have heard of resembles a 'singer' they're all too young to remember? I'm sure they are. They just haven't the courage to bring it to my attention for fear of embarrassing themselves.
So. Dear readers. For the sake of settling feasibly the world's most absurd argument, does or does not a Guardian writer resemble except not really resemble an ex-pop 'singer' who sung one song and looks like he should be in a Disney movie (personally I think he looks like that guy off of Lilo & Stitch).
Make it snappy, it's not the festive spirit to be not having furious rows with estranged loved-ones about things that don't matter. And I need some ammunition.
posted by Tired Dad at
8:01 pm
9 Comments:
I can see some resemblance:
Brooker/Andre
Jordan looks more like Brooker than Peter Andre does. Christ.
And doesn't everyone look at the toilet paper after wiping? How would you know you'd finished otherwise?
Reading that post the thing that stood out for me is not the absurdity of comparing Andre to Brooker, but more the fact that you and TM have split up. When did that happen? Am I the only regular reader not to have known about this? Or is everyone else just too polite to mention it and I'm now making a total twat of myself?
12 hours at the pub and being Australian are both conspiring against comprehension of this entry. Although I've just read your entire backcatalogue (? possibly not correct cyber term, befuddled by many pints) and it is most excellent. You remind me of someone I am related to - poor bastard.
I have no clue who these people are..
and I'm too lazy to google .
but yeah..EVERYONE looks after they've wiped.
you must have skid marks like a mofo..
Mark: For the second time in the existence of Tired fucking Dad a contributor makes it onto the blog proper. You're not getting a link though; it took me an hour to figure out how to get the picture up.
Windy: Agreed. On both points.
Anon: About a year ago. Two or three 'blog people' new and have been very kind not to mention, but don't feel a twat. It's just got to the point where I haven't anything to say unless it's mentioned. Fear not. This will not be That Sort Of Blog.
Vic: Liking the term 'back catalogue.' You're making me feel like Led Zeppelin or something.
C: My hygiene rituals are unequalled thank you.
Whoever he is he looks fuck all like whoever the other one is. I know one's an Aussie who married that bird with the unfeasibly large tits. Jordan that's it. Toilet paper? Isn't that Andrex?
No. The plots gone....
Happy New Year mate
I'm with Tired Mam on this.
Sorry. But hope you had a good Christmas!
Ang: With her on what part exactly?
Oh. And you too.
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