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Laurence Fox. The twat.

The other night, watching freeview or whatever it is called these days, and an episode of Lewis came on. I have actually never seen it before, although I am aware of it, of course.

I watched it partly out of curiousity to see what Fox is like as an actor, as I don't think I have seen him before.

I honestly thought he would probably be a good actor, and that I might even forget what an unpleasant, ignorant and bigoted person he is.

Much to my surprise and, to be honest, pleasure, he is a shit actor. There were people around him, all acting their socks off, but he was fucking awful. It can't have been the scripts because all the other actors, most of whom I recognised, were acting perfectly well despite having to work with him. He was wooden and two-dimensional and it was like his face was damn near expressionless.

The story was ridiculous, though and, three quarters of the way through, I went to bed.

But I can confidently say that, imho, he is a crap actor.

HTH.
Nightmare to work with as well. Another thing he and Barton have in common is failing at their careers. Fox is a failed actor and musician and Barton is a failed manager, and as a footballer he was more famous for being a violent thug than actually being good. I mean, Roy Keane was a thug as well, but he was a genuinely good and hardworking player, and he had David Beckham's back after the World Cup fallout. Barton wasn't. Barton also wouldn't have gone for people who could fight back. And when he retired, surprise surprise, he continued to be a violent thug and attack both players and other managers, and his wife.
 
This is unlikely to happen, since I don’t frequent seedy gak dens or the throbbing GB News nerve centre, but if by some lucky chance I should come across ‘Lozza’ in the street, would it be childish and hurtful if I were to chant “WHERE’S YOUR MISSUS GONE…LALALALA…FAR, FAR, AWAY”?

And then with ‘missus’ replaced by ‘career’ and ‘septum’ for the second and third verses.

Naturally I would be leaping around him with a face like a deranged gibbon, much like Martin Keown and Van Nistelrooy.
 
This is unlikely to happen, since I don’t frequent seedy gak dens or the throbbing GB News nerve centre, but if by some lucky chance I should come across ‘Lozza’ in the street, would it be childish and hurtful if I were to chant “WHERE’S YOUR MISSUS GONE…LALALALA…FAR, FAR, AWAY”?

And then with ‘missus’ replaced by ‘career’ and ‘septum’ for the second and third verses.

Naturally I would be leaping around him with a face like a deranged gibbon, much like Martin Keown and Van Nistelrooy.
childish, but fair.
 
i read recently that eunuchs tend to live longer than intact men. so on the basis that i'd not like him to live that long let's not pursue this castration notion. or you could just let him bleed out i suppose
 
I distinctly remember that he did something similar with the Cosplay Vicar a few months ago.

I think the 'venue TBA' bit is the important bit - in that they get a swell (read 6 people) of interest, who buy a ticket, they then find a pub that'll have them. The pub probably agrees, cos money is money. Then they realise who's coming, and who's likely attend. And then it's 'postponed', naturally everything is refunded, but Fox, Calvin and now Barton can play the 'woke are trying to shut us down', and instead of six people spaffing thirty quid for a back room in a pub in putney (my mee band name, incidentally), they 100 spaffing £10 on PayPal/gofundme (et al.)

Wait a few months and the cycle starts again. I
 
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