I watched Catfish yesterday. It was tremendous. I have never thought something could be THAT good at being SO shit. I concede to More4 (TV channel) had me gripped. It was advertised really very well. It was made to look far more sinister than it actually was but, it was just an intense let down.
It began with some douche who is a photographer who found an 8 year old girl on facebook. She was an artist. She was something of a prodigy. He began to send her photographs so that she could paint them, which she did, exceptionally well, it must be said. It was almost too good for just an 8 year old but, I suppose that’s what a prodigy is. So, as the documentary dragged on, it expressed his getting to know the little girl and her family. The more he got to know them he developed deeper relationship with the mother of the family. He got to know the little girl’s half sister and he began talking to her more and more and he started to – from what I can see – fall for her. Naturally he wanted to travel across the states to go and visit ‘his love’ (gay) and meet the rest of her family. I say naturally because, as aforementioned, the dude was a stupid cunting douchebag. Is that not just weird as fuck?!
“Hey, I got to know you on Facebook so I’ll travel 500 miles to come meet you because thats normal!”
Things began to sour for him as he realised certain things did not add up. Upon showing up unannounced at the mother’s house, as she was the only one he had spoken to for more than 20 seconds, he realised that it was all a total fabrication. The mother had created 15 Facebook accounts and she was a compulsive liar. It was not her 8 year old daughter who was the painter, it was her. She was the artist.
Now, when this happens, any normal, self-respecting human being with any semblance of sensibility would just up and leave. I, personally, would be like
“Bitch, you lie! You lie!! Send me your paintings from hell!”
I would berate her some more and then leave, never to see or speak to her ever again.
No, this powerfully emotional penis has kept in touch with her – even on Facebook along with another 731 friends (another painfully annoying cunt with more friends on his Facebook page than there are days in the year). What a cunting dickcheese!
It was a shit documentary and if you want to waste 2 hours of your life then watch it. It was in no way moving. It was creepy, weird and very, very shit. It reaffirms my stand against Facebook. FUCK FACEBOOK! You meet lying dickheads who seek needless attention from other souless, lifeless wankers.
I was on the tube reading ‘Tragically I was an Only Twin’, a book detailing Peter Cook’s rise to comedy heroism and his career thereof. I was approached by a gentleman in his mid to late 60s. He said –
“Excuse me; do you know who Peter Cook is?”
I thought at first, what a hysterically pompous prick! Not only did he interrupt me from reading a book that I need to force myself to put down but it also seemed to be really rather condescending. But then I realised, and it hurts me sincerely, that I did not live in the generation where the world saw Peter Cook become a cult legend of comedy.
I looked up and said
“I found Derek and Clive when I was about 13 or 14 and my life changed forever. I have never looked back.”
He laughed. We further discussed how genius Peter Cook is. Truly a pioneer. I said to him, I love that he is so very cult. He seemed to disagree with me at first. I mentioned to him that not many people know about him the same way people knew about comedians like Tommy Cooper or the two Ronnies or Monty Python or Richard Pryor or comedians who are now considered legendary who are still performing today like; Eddie Izzard, Ricky Gervais etc. Though, when you look at those who do know and love him – John Cleese, Michael Palin, Steven Fry, they all really love him and think he is the greatest. He agreed. We both agreed that he has undeniably changed the face of comedy forever. He left. I carried on reading.
I really cherished meeting another person who thought Peter Cook was just pure concentrated brilliance. These moments are few and far between. As I was reading I realised that he was so far ahead of his time.
Much love,
Jackson L.
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