Chris Morris
The comedic genius behind (and in front of) "On The Hour" "The Day Today" "Brass Eye" "Blue Jam" "Jam" "Jaaaaam" "My Wrongs 8245 - 8249 & 117" "Nathan Barley" among other things.
Known satirist, prankster and artist. He holds the record for the most complained about broadcast in British broadbasting history for his 2001 special of Brass Eye discussing the problem of paedophiles.
Known satirist, prankster and artist. He holds the record for the most complained about broadcast in British broadbasting history for his 2001 special of Brass Eye discussing the problem of paedophiles.
The Day Today:
"Those are the headlines. God, I wish they weren't."
Brass Eye:
"People say that alcohol's a drug. It's not a drug, it's a drink!"
Brass Eye Special:
"Why is it that we can no longer think of the British Isles, without the word paedoph in front of them?"
(Paedoph-isles)
Jam:
"When dancing, lost in techo trance, arms flailing, gawky Bez, then find you snagged on frowns, and slowly it dawns, you're jazzing to the bleep tone of a life support machine that marks the steady fading of your day old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens lead to blue flash road mash, stretchers, covered heads and slippy red macadam, and find you creeping 'neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangle bird, hoping you soon too will be freezer drawed. Then welcome. Mmm, blue chemotherapy wig. Welcome. In Jam, Jam, Jam, Jam, Jaaaaam."
Nathan Barley:
"You should come, dollsnatch. It's gonna be total fucking Mexico."
"Those are the headlines. God, I wish they weren't."
Brass Eye:
"People say that alcohol's a drug. It's not a drug, it's a drink!"
Brass Eye Special:
"Why is it that we can no longer think of the British Isles, without the word paedoph in front of them?"
(Paedoph-isles)
Jam:
"When dancing, lost in techo trance, arms flailing, gawky Bez, then find you snagged on frowns, and slowly it dawns, you're jazzing to the bleep tone of a life support machine that marks the steady fading of your day old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens lead to blue flash road mash, stretchers, covered heads and slippy red macadam, and find you creeping 'neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangle bird, hoping you soon too will be freezer drawed. Then welcome. Mmm, blue chemotherapy wig. Welcome. In Jam, Jam, Jam, Jam, Jaaaaam."
Nathan Barley:
"You should come, dollsnatch. It's gonna be total fucking Mexico."
Chris Morris by Biblo September 11, 2005
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