There's this one guy who's done one or two stand-up shows for Comedy Central that I absolutely despise. When just seeing him on screen I am consumed in red hot seering hatred. He's the guy who starts to tell a joke, but by the end of it he either a) gets out of breath or b) thinks that what he's about to say is so funny he tries to hold back the laughter while still talking. And he does this for EVERY SINGLE JOKE, without fail. He's balding too. I think. And he looks like the dad on ALF, if that helps.
Anyone have any idea who this guy is?
We often went to the cinema, the screen would light up and we would tremble, but also, increasingly often, Madeleine and I were disappointed. The images had dated, they jittered, and Marilyn Monroe had gotten terribly old. We were sad, this wasn't the film we had dreamed of, this wasn't the total film that we all carried around inside us, this film that we would have wanted to make, or, more secretly, no doubt, that we would have wanted to live.