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Alexander Fox
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Scriptwriter and comedian. Just sold my first film, which was nice. “Excellent” - Jack Dee. “Hilarious” - British Vogue.
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I preferred it when he just fought daleks
It featured Daphne Moon’s badly-cast brothers?
January 5, 2026 at 2:43 PM
Didn’t realise all fortune cookie messages are now written by my dad.
January 5, 2026 at 12:55 PM
Amorim wants the Venezuela job.
January 5, 2026 at 10:09 AM
Ah yes, Sunday night. Time to get into bed, turn off the light, and really stew for a good 3 hours over every awkward remark I made in Freshers Week, 1-7 October 2012.
January 4, 2026 at 9:19 PM
In my local Tesco. Huge respect for the DJ on Tesco Radio playing ‘American Idiot’ followed by ‘Trouble In America’. Even after paying I waited, so excited was I for a perfect hattrick - but, sadly, they lost their nerve and opted for the somewhat rogue ‘Walking In The Air’ from The Snowman.
January 4, 2026 at 8:11 PM
“Do the job. Do the job. Do it. Yes. Yes. Steal the President of Venezuela.”
January 4, 2026 at 4:29 PM
Have any 20-something British comedians joked about Trump winning the FIFA Peace Prize, ideally on a BBC Radio 4 comedy quiz? I dunno, might dent his ambitions.
January 3, 2026 at 2:28 PM
You might say you can watch her

THRICE KNIGHTLEY
January 2, 2026 at 7:00 PM
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I’ve a lot of respect for the off license near my flat, who’ve tackled Dry January head on with a ragged cardboard sign which simply reads BOOZE JANUARY.
January 7, 2025 at 9:58 AM
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I’m absolutely buzzing for Dry January: get to lord it over everyone for 31 days, before immediately consuming more metric units of alcohol than a French semi-industrialised seaside town.
December 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
I’m so hungover I just wished the talking Virgin Trains toilet a happy new year.
January 1, 2026 at 1:53 PM
“Ok Donald, one last time: these Russian sanctions are small, but the ones out there are far away.”
December 29, 2025 at 12:34 PM
Posting this from my dusty bed at 11:30am as I shovel scrambled eggs with chopsticks and suck Capri Sun direct from the pouch.
December 29, 2025 at 11:29 AM
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You’re telling me - you should see us at Hanukkah…
December 27, 2025 at 7:51 PM
I’m absolutely buzzing for Dry January: get to lord it over everyone for 31 days, before immediately consuming more metric units of alcohol than a French semi-industrialised seaside town.
December 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
My two mates with quite possibly the most middle class conversation I’ve seen in years.
December 28, 2025 at 2:51 PM
You’re telling me - you should see us at Hanukkah…
December 27, 2025 at 7:51 PM
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I miss this. People living in the moment. Just a young Italian-American assassinating a drug kingpin and a corrupt New York cop, thereby maintaining his Mafia family’s security but simultaneously crossing from innocence into their world of moral ambiguity, evil and death. Not a cell phone in sight.
December 26, 2025 at 7:08 PM
“You, boy, why the fuck have I woken up to everyone talking about Christopher Biggins?”
December 27, 2025 at 9:55 AM
I miss this. People living in the moment. Just a young Italian-American assassinating a drug kingpin and a corrupt New York cop, thereby maintaining his Mafia family’s security but simultaneously crossing from innocence into their world of moral ambiguity, evil and death. Not a cell phone in sight.
December 26, 2025 at 7:08 PM
See you after Boxing Day lunch, everyone, just off to enjoy a nice hot stuffing x
December 26, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Just won another game. So, while I’m at it - why don’t YOU write better essays about Tess Of The D’Urbervilles, Mr Benyon, you old bag of bollocks.
Just won our first Christmas game of Scrabble so wherever you are my English teacher Mr Carroll why don’t you just go fuck yourself.
December 26, 2025 at 3:50 PM
What Sean Connery asks for in the gay clubs of Paris:
December 26, 2025 at 11:59 AM
This Christmas evening, I’m going to drink 10 lagers mixed with my hayfever tablets and randomly text every single one of my ex-girlfriends since 2010, in honour of Jesus Christ and Captain Tom who died for our sins RIP.
December 25, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Special thanks today to my Maths teacher, Mr Stone. When an electric oven is 220 degrees, let x be a fan oven, then solve for both temperature and time. God bless the forgotten hero of Christmas: GCSE Maths.
December 25, 2025 at 2:46 PM