I tell you something. I’m glad I found out in time just what a partnership with a pair of wankers like you would’ve been. A sleeping partner’s one thing, but you’re in a f***ing coma! No wonder you’ve got an energy crisis, you’re so under the water! Us, British, we’re used to a bit more vitality, imagination, a touch of the Dunkirk spirit. You know what I mean? The days when Yanks can come over here and could buy up Nelson’s column, and a Harley Street surgeon and a couple of Windmill girls are deﬁnitely over … Shut up, you long streak of paralysed piss! What I’m looking for is someone who can contribute to what England has given to the world: culture, sophistication, genius. A little bit more than a hot dog, know what I mean? We’re in the Common Market now. And my new deal’s with Europe. I’m going into partnership with the German organization. Yeah, the Krauts! They got ambition, know-how, and they don’t lose their bottle. Look at you! The Maﬁa? I shit ’em!
‘The maﬁa? I’ve shit ’em’ All right, a proper Bob Hoskins tribute. And he is brilliant in The Long Good Friday. (Look out for Pierce Brosnan in his ﬁrst ﬁlm role.)
RIP Bob Hoskins As a tribute, I thought I’d be original and post the Top Gear video where Richard Hammond mistakes Ray Winstone for Bob Hoskins.
Stop the presses This is so serious. (From the Murdoch Press.)