Catherine Tate ? Funny?
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:06 am
Rod Liddle (of The Sunday Times) was commenting on Catherine Tate and her Xmas Special this week. He reckons she?s crap ? a sentiment I would broadly concur with. I couldn?t face watching her Christmas Special since I find most of her characters simply repulsive, and I just didn?t want to feel repulsed on Xmas day of all days. However, she does do a fair chav bird ?Lauren?, and I did enjoy the sketch where Lauren is in class showing her latest chavy tattoo off to a classmate. It?s one of those particularly twatish ?Shaz Luvs Darren? type tattoos and as Lauren is proudly brandishing it the ?Darren? sort saunters in and ?chucks? her ? well, they had been an item for 24 hours and nothing lasts forever. Of course the cruelly scorned Lauren launched into a tirade of ?Am I bovverds? at then being lumbered with the indelible expression of her love for ?Dazza?. Ah, Chavs, don?t ya' just love ?em? They?re such thick fuckers (on the whole).
Anyhow, I digress. Here?s what Rod had to say ?
?Look ? don?t get me wrong. I?m a normal bloke who enjoys a good bit of bigotry and racism just as much as the next fellow, all the more so if the, uh, community being lampooned is preternaturally sensitive and prone to screaming ?racist? at the drop of a hat.
But Catherine Tate?s dig at the Irish on her BBC Christmas special, now to be investigated by the thousand upon thousand lucratively paid employees of that relentlessly expanding quango, Ofcom, left me cold. What might an Irish person get for Christmas? Go on, guess! A balaclava! Like IRA terrorists used to wear! Help, someone strap up my ribs. According to the BBC, Tate is a ?comedy genius?. The definition of ?genius?, then, has slipped a little since the days of Leonardo Da Vinci.
Tate?s show consists of a seemingly endless recitation of numbingly familiar catchphrases that were not very funny in the first place. The same woeful dross repeated week after week: humour for people with the IQ of a whelk. Am I bovvered? You should be, love ? you?re about as funny as Pakistan.?
Officer Dibble
Anyhow, I digress. Here?s what Rod had to say ?
?Look ? don?t get me wrong. I?m a normal bloke who enjoys a good bit of bigotry and racism just as much as the next fellow, all the more so if the, uh, community being lampooned is preternaturally sensitive and prone to screaming ?racist? at the drop of a hat.
But Catherine Tate?s dig at the Irish on her BBC Christmas special, now to be investigated by the thousand upon thousand lucratively paid employees of that relentlessly expanding quango, Ofcom, left me cold. What might an Irish person get for Christmas? Go on, guess! A balaclava! Like IRA terrorists used to wear! Help, someone strap up my ribs. According to the BBC, Tate is a ?comedy genius?. The definition of ?genius?, then, has slipped a little since the days of Leonardo Da Vinci.
Tate?s show consists of a seemingly endless recitation of numbingly familiar catchphrases that were not very funny in the first place. The same woeful dross repeated week after week: humour for people with the IQ of a whelk. Am I bovvered? You should be, love ? you?re about as funny as Pakistan.?
Officer Dibble