Hunters huh? What must have happened to them in their lives to make them want to kill a beautiful animal then photograph themselves next to him, smiling? This is the question being repeated by animal lovers across the world this week.
So much of this night was predictable and formulaic, that my mother's commentary on female breasts soon became the highlight. And there was much to chew over in that regard. It's moments such as these, where we mourn the loss of Joan Rivers, who you sense- would have had a field day!
If you didn't see the hilarious video that unemployed graduate Will Bowers created - to get his CV out there - with the hope of getting noticed by potential employers, take a look below.
I asked some well known friends of mine if they would read it and give me their thoughts. Ricky Gervais said it it was; "funny from beginning to end" David Baddiel said it was; "Very funny" and Jimmy Carr said; "It's the perfect romantic comedy, I loved it". It has been suggested I use a female pseudonym to sell the book, or have a sex change - but I'm not going through that again.
Rather than trying to be different with what you wear, you try to be 'ardently ordinary' or 'endearingly awkward', and, for a character rarely seen out of his zip- up polyester cardigan and sweat pants, it means Derek is not just riding a Normcore wave, he's the king of the movement.
A mockumentary about the BBC made by the BBC, it's too early to say if a satire whose hunter and quarry live in the same stable is ingenious or misguided. Instead, it seems timely (or the lowest form of hack opportunism to publish an article I've had marinating for months) to look back at the mockumentary as a genre...
It's time ladies and gentlemen to all join ranks and fight puppy farming so that every single one of us is proudly part of positive change for animal welfare, and the world will be reminded once again of the nation of animal lovers we proudly once were before we preferred to exploit them by painful greed and unnecessary suffering.
At this point in his career, Stephen Merchant knows a thing or two about successful comedy. The writer, director and actor, best known for his collaborations with Ricky Gervais on The Office and Extras, has won awards and plaudits on both sides of the Atlantic.
Derek is genuinely life-affirming. How many sitcoms capture the quiet, gradual, dignified, terrifying, wistful, relief-flecked prospect of death? Of recent comedies, only Jo Brand's masterful Getting On comes close.
The DEFRA (government's) response we received after collecting 10,000 signatures was so weak, pathetic, spineless, and utterly predictable it didn't even deserve a reply, so basically we need to find another 52,000 animal loving signatures in just 4.5 weeks.
As titles for pieces go, I'm aware this one fits all too snugly into the hyperbole driven world of internet opinion, but in order to make a point about how strongly I feel about Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant's The Office (incredibly now 12 years old) I'll play along and set my stall out; I genuinely believe it to be the finest example of television ever broadcast.
The tragic death of comedian, actor, writer, director and producer Mel Smith will cause many to pause for thought.
Gervais explained: "Scientific studies of creativity have basically concluded that it can't be taught, as it is a 'facility' rather than a learned skill. Putting it very crudely, creativity is the ability to play. And, to be able to turn that facility on and off when necessary. This makes perfect sense to me.
I am so proud of The Ricky Gervais Show. Not just because of how well it turned out or how successful it was, or the awards, or even how much fun I had producing it. I'm proudest of the fact that it was just another experiment that got out of hand - The Ricky Gervais Show Series Three was released on DVD this week. To celebrate this final chapter I thought I'd tell the lovely readers of The Huffington Post the story of how we got here...
Don't get me wrong, I happen to think that Gervais is a genuinely talented actor (almost in spite of himself) but he must know that his muppet face, ridiculous enough in the first place, has been compromised by a decade of retarded gurning.
Where has all this golden television gone? Where are the breaths of fresh air that made staying in worthwhile? The aforementioned statues of the small screen are not nearly as good as they once were; so much so I seldom bother tuning in.