My boss is called Chris Morris
The music peaking at just the right time mixed with Mark Heap’s brilliant face…perfect
no, YOU sweep them up
It’s been revealed that the junior treasury minister Michael Portillo carries a sawn-off shotgun to constituency meetings, corners children in parks and chews their cheeks, and has frequent sexual intercourse with stray animals, claiming “As long as it’s got a backbone, I’ll do it”. That story we reported last week, and have since discovered it to be untrue.
Chopped up man.
The dayyyy Kilroyyyy wentt maaaadddd
My brother and I used to say “What am I, fucking Noddy?” to each other for years after this.
God, Jam was good.
Two I use in general conversation from the one sketch.
“It’s bigger than that Chris, it’s large.”
“Can you sum it up in a word?..”
“Where’s your self re-cocking-spect?!” and “Bury the beds” come up in regular conversation a lot with me.
That reminds me of the other clip I was going to post.
The fake funeral…brutal
Cannot wait for the next film. Boggles the mind that it stars Anna Kendrick.
Chris’s Why Bother? duologues with Peter Cook are sumptuous comedy gold from two of the greatest comedy writers of the 20th century.
Did not know there was another film on the way. Exciting!
‘Is me a martyr or is he a fucking jalfrezi?’
gonna start saying this, maybe twice a week.