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My Little Pony turns into full on rave by adding some basslines over the top of some edited footage. It’s elevated the show from a kid’s cartoon to a sonic brain fuck.
They’re the sort of visuals you could totally vibe out on at 4am when you’ve lost all your friends but the DJs playing such a murderously beautiful tune you think you’ve found the meaning of quantum religion in the bright tones of a children’s programme.
It doesn’t get better than four Finnish guys crammed into a rusty hunk of a car covering Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” on a series of brass instruments.
The only way it could get more epic is if Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar climbed out of the bonnet for a rousing, celebratory finale. Schwing.
Monty Buggershop-Hooty, author of Cooking With A Top Hat and Wilderness Ponce, takes to the mean greenery of the British woodland to uncover the many wonders that lie there.
Like, for instance, the poo snake, that rare creature who slithers about the forests leaving trails of fecal matter. Delightful.
It’s tough being a gleaming beacon of excellence when you’re surrounded by shoddy halfwits who couldn’t do their jobs if it was organising a piss-up in a Jack Daniels distillery.
And if your work colleagues are as dumb as you think, and they no doubt are, then you will cry hot tears of joy because you can show them this training video and tell them to watch it until their eyes bleed.
The drug-addicted, girlfriend-murdering front man from the Sex Pistols rises from the dead and auditions for that show fronted by the high-waisted king of bland.
If only something like this did happen on one of those insipid talentless-spotting shows, then we’d tune in each week. Next week, Captain Beefheart sqawks his way through “Neon Meate Dream of a Octafish”.
Some people jump from atop buildings with parachutes strapped to their backs, some leap out of moving planes, some jump from bridges with rope attached to their feet. Jeremy Clarkson rolls Reliant Robins. Because that’s how he — ahem — rolls.
The only thing keeping him upright is the kindness of celebrities, which is what you need in a sticky situation. It’s what everyone needs when they fall over, a bunch of low-rent slebs to come along and put you upright.
This guy’s so good at impressions it’s like he has 40 different people living inside of him, all fighting for control of his personality. Just imagine if you could do all these different accents, you’d never be lonely again.
Every time you wanted to amuse yourself, even if you had no internet, you’d just make with the funny voices and lol at how brilliant you are.
“What goes on in this town is none of your busnee – ” “As long as I’m living here it is” “Well then maybe you shouldn’t be living HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!” Bron-holm, the man, the legend, shows why he’s the most sought after actor of his generation.
Forget Olivier, forget Burton, forget Gielgud, Bro-ho hit the heights of the finest acting the world will ever see in this scene from the great movie Taffin. All other actors may as well hang up their coats and go home, because they’ll never reach the zenith of his brilliance. Never!
