Friday, October 24, 2008

I love Kristen Wiig

I've kind of gotten myself addicted to Saturday Night Live recently, which is a pity because it doesn't even get shown in the UK, so I'm having to get my fixes from the internet.

Tina Fey's impersonation of Sarah Palin is eerily accurate and funny. There's a lot of comedy potential in Palin's persona - Fey didn't even need to do much new writing but simply quoted actual lines from Palin's own interviews verbatim, suggesting a new low in Republican politics.

Palin went on the show herself last week to show what "a good sport" she was. Either she has the thickest skin in the world, or she is a dolt. I suspect that to be a good Republican both of these are a requirement.

However, Tina Fey isn't my favourite SNLer. That award goes to the exotically named Kristen Wiig (who kind of reminds me of Jennifer Saunders). Kristen can talk really fast and does a speciality in crazed characters who bewilder you with
their twisted worldviews. Here she is as nervous news reporter Judy "just kidding" Grimes. I don't know how she manages to memorise this insane monologue - maybe she has a really fast autocue?

Here's Kristen's take on the crazy lady at the McCain rally who thinks Obama is an Arab. I love how she wanders in and out of the set:

The premise behind this character (Sue) is that she loves surprises. No, she REALLY loves surprises. Hold on to your hat.

And finally, my favourite Kristen Wiig character of all time - Penelope. Penelope's deal is that whatever you've done, she's done it more and better. We all know someone like this. However, Penelope goes one step further and her boasts become increasingly outlandish and surreal as the sketches progress.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Chips and wine

I went to a wine tasting last night. Unlike 99% of the UK I'm not a big alcohol drinker - I was teetotal for 10 years and only started drinking again last year. And when it comes to wine I can never tell them apart - when people start going on about bouquets and whiffs of hollyhocks, I fall asleeep. Anyway, I was invited along, and my fella likes wine, so I thought I'd be a dutiful partner and go with. Everyone there looked really middle-class. I got into a conversation about house prices at one point and thought "Oh god, I'm at a wine tasting evening talking about house prices - I'm the most middle-class person in the world."

And despite trying not to drink all the wine, we ended up a bit drunk. We did taste about 26 different types (flavours?), although by the end they'd all merged into each other and it was difficult to remember which ones were nice and which ones tasted like cat wee. We bought six bottles anyway (which I thought was a lot, but seemed to be quite restrained in comparison to some people who were loading up crates in trolleys). We had to get the bus home, and I was suddenly very hungry so ended up getting chips. So somehow, by the end of the night we'd morphed from Middle-classes to a couple of working-Class louts eating chips at a bus stop. Oh well.

Alcohol interferes with my sleep, so I woke up at 4 in the morning with a headache and that was it. Note to self - don't schedule a 9 o'clock meeting the next day.