Is this.
"What it is" is a particular favourite phrase of mine. I would consider it to be the second half of "It is........what it is". Said perhaps with a casual take it, or shove it your arse attitude, which I find appealing. Sarcastic yes but fitting when used in collaboration with my lovable yet irascible, spleen spewer, Dylan Moran.
His vague and rambling demeanor on stage hides a razor-shave, cut-throat wit.
His quotes: On Berlusconi: "He's so crooked, he sleeps on a spiral staircase. And when he smiles, he gives an Angel gonorrhea" are a but a mere morsel of his excellent stand-up at the Apollo Theatre in Shaftesbury Avenue last night. His vitriolic expostulations on society are simply wonderful. "Man is the only species that the planet is still trying to reject" rings true and some wonderful theories on finding yourself on camera, alone in the back of the a taxi, possibly juggling excrement, are memorable. And if you can pause there for one minute and allow yourself that graphic image upload, it jolly well should be memorable.
Pity I'm too old now to recall further but it's never as funny when somebody tells you a second-hand tale. Besides, my timing is shite and I haven't had a drink yet.
Like the man himself said, on youth, when a member of the audience said he was 19; he's plucked nostril hairs older than that!
And sadly so have I
) I have thought of a possible use for my redundant knitting skills.
