reading jack dee,

there is so much in his writing,
that stikes chords,
for me to associate with.
in the general way of course.

and maybe that's that art of good writing.
generalising,
like those astrologers.
they write in such a way that is almost sure to ring true,
well,sort of,
for somebody,
somewhere.

but it's the obvious,
that is lost on me.

i just don't see...
the wood,
smell the coffee.

i'm rambling again.

and this is so difficult to put into words.

Deadpan funnyman Jack Dee - he’s made a trademark of his dour view of life! And has the likes of Mylene Klass rolling in the aisles! But, on closer inspection, he’s a right fucking cunt.
Imagine my horror when I tried to interview him - only for him to refuse to answer any of my questions because ‘he’d mentioned that in other interviews.’ Well, duh, arsehole what do you expect? Of course I’m going to ask you about being an alcoholic bible-bashing cunt, that’s the only thing you’re good for you Mongoloid. So I changed tack. A few questions about his latest product might perk him up, surely? Nope. He was similarly fucking monosyllabic and had the joie de vivre of a Ketamined-up Eeyore.
PRs, if your client is a cunt why not warn the interviewer before hand? Perhaps, when the interviewer phones you to tell you your client is a cunt and that the interview won’t be going in the paper, it would be a better to feign concern/apologise rather than say ‘good, we don’t want Jack to appear in a negative light.’
CUNTS!!

maybe it's really not an act then.
he really is a miserable cnut.

and maybe he's just careful.

and maybe he wanted to buy the book.