Ranty McRantpants

Insomnia bites!! It is almost 3am and I am not even feeling slightly tired... so instead I shall take this opportunity to file some of the remaining posts here as well as having a little moan - because there is something I stumbled across on the web earlier that really got me in a pissy-snip.


I posted recently about fandom and this is related in some ways...

See here's the thing: there is a fan-blog I visit regularly which is dedicated to a particular person (not who you think!- oh what, a post NOT about the Man!) The blog is written by someone who lives on the other side of the world from her subject, is never likely to meet him and even if some bizarre fate did make it happen she is almost twenty years his junior so I very much doubt there would be a relationship on the cards... nevertheless, she is infatuated. Which in and of itself isn't a big deal -I mean I am a fine one to comment on fangirl infatuations, I know that- but there are things in what was written that got to me.

The guy in question is a great blogger who is quite open with his audience and regularly responds to comments left. He had been blogging about his new girlfriend to which my fellow blogger had taken great exception... and here's where I started to get narked...

She was writing about how much hatred she had for the girlfriend, how she hoped the girl was run down by a bus, that she wanted her to get a heap of pustular boils over her face that would leave her scarred forever... I am paraphrasing, but this is the gist of the piece I was reading...

She and I had shared many conversations about this person and to read so much venomous bile from her really shocked me... and I know it's not just her - a glance through the twitter feeds of the Beliebers and OneDirectioners is a good place to start looking for lunatic fans, but here's the thing...

If you are genuinely a fan of someone and truly believe that they are a wonderful person, why would you want them to be lonely and single forever? And given that you think the subject of your illusion is so utterly amazing, can you not trust in their ability to choose a similarly upstanding mate? This person is someone moral, decent, honest and as I have already mentioned, extremely open... he's not going to be chosing a girlfriend who doesn't share some of those qualities - that doesn't happen!

Now when challenged on her attitude towards the girlfriend, the blogger stated that she couldn't dream of being with the guy if he was seeing someone... so here's the thing...

If you are reading this and are a person who has any sort of fanbase, you must remain single forever in order that your fans can dream of one day riding off into the sunset with you....

That's a reasonable enough request, isn't it?

Just get fucking real, people!! Everyone can dream of being swept off their feet in some hugely romantic gesture, or of being grabbed by the object of their infatuation, thrown against a wall and fucked into the next room... whatever gets you to sleep at night, eh... but it's just dreams, imaginings, illusion - in the real world life goes on. Your dreams are not subject to whether that person is with someone else or not, because lets face it, they are unlikely to ever become a reality anyway...

Truly there are a huge amount of fans across the world with a very loose grip on reality - to the point that you have to fear for their sanity (and the well-being of their prey!)

It'd be nice to inject a reality chip into some of them!



It's a while since I shared something from the Tubeofyous with you all, so because it illustrates my point perfectly, the ultimate anthem of dangerous fandom!





And a lesson in safe, feet-firmly-planted-in-reality (if a little on the letchy side) fangirling ~~ The Fangirl Page

The Fandom Phantom

DISCLAIMER: In referencing conversations here, either verbal or written, I am paraphrasing. This is partly because sometimes word choice etc may give away the person I am referring to but is more to do with the fact that I do not save emails etc and my brain is mostly filled with feathers and soot with small pools of vodka around the edges therefore I remember little beyond context. I am deliberately vague as to who I refer to because I greatly value those who take the time to communicate with me and would not compromise them by outing them here. That said there are things I want to say and thus do need to draw on their wisdom to help express those thoughts.



So I am side-stepping the Cardiff Festival stuff for just a moment as something happened this week which had me returning to a piece I started to write quite a while ago but had not felt particularly inspired to finish.

I wanted to talk a little about fandom.

See here’s what happened this week… which will seem quite minor to some, but was actually a really big deal to me.

I write for a fiction website; nothing huge, I just send a couple of stories a month and they get published in an ad hoc fashion. The last ones that went live resulted in a message being forwarded from the site owner from a regular reader… my first proper fan mail!! Yay! Really excited… I mean I’ve had feedback through that site before, but this was emailed directly to the owner and talked about how she looked out for my stories in particular, that there was something in them that reached out, that it seemed I spoke to her personally… just generic stuff, but I just felt absolutely overwhelmed by it.


And that reminded me of something…

A while ago I emailed *generic comedian* an account of how much their work brought to a life such as mine. (regular readers will know but as I am aware of a recent influx of newcomers, I’ll simply say that my life is inherently pretty shit… you can read more about it by picking through the posts or check my other blogs for the full details, I really won’t go into it right now though as that is not my purpose today!) The response I received expressed surprise to the effect that this person had never considered that they could make a difference to anyone’s life; that they are just dicking about really without even thinking too much about what they are doing.

I read his reply at the time with bewilderment. I had almost wanted to respond with something along the lines of “How could you not know? You are BLANK FUCKING BLANK, for pity’s sake!!” – I didn’t; thankfully. But I genuinely could not understand how he did not realise how important making people laugh, giving them the opportunity to close their mind to all their worries and hardships and just be, for even the shortest of times really is.

I do wish I was the kind of person who saved emails as I’d like to re-read his words now with some sort of inkling as to what he meant, because I don’t ever really think about the words when writing for that site. Whilst writing here has me stop and think, constantly drafting and re-wording, when writing fiction the words just kind of fall out of my head right onto the page – there is no thought whatsoever given to them. And I guess that in a way is what he meant; that because what he does isn’t pre-written, it is effectively just chatting with a friend so has the same process of not really being work, it just happens.


This isn’t the only thing, though.

There was another person I felt compelled to communicate with some time ago; we’ll call him Comedian B.

A friend and I travelled quite a distance to see Comedian B; I with the hub-person in a very dark phase, my friend having just lost a very close family member in a horrific accident with another of equal closeness receiving treatment for a particularly invasive cancer. The both of us were really at the point of giving in, absolutely drained from our efforts at looking after everyone around us. The change we both felt, though, after just a couple of hours of listening to that person throwing jokes at us was amazing. We travelled home feeling lighter, refreshed and once again ready to grab life by the balls, give them a twist and make it known we weren’t to be fucked with.

And that, in essence, was what I told Comedian B. That he on that occasion had changed our lives so much more than he could ever imagine.

And the response was similar; it’s just a job; I do the same thing day in, day out without a real thought; changes as a result of my show come from you, not me… um, no it doesn’t. If that were true we could sit at home and save ourselves the money for fuel, tickets, parking etc and just cheer up; we can’t; we need someone to help with the switching off of our minds and engaging of our funny muscles…


And there-in lies the true essence of fandom. Not the blind, shrieking fangirl nonsense, I am far too old for that bullshit nowadays; but a quiet appreciation of all that a person and their efforts bring to your life; the assurance that as long as they are prepared to continue to provide the goods you will always find exactly what you want or need in their spoils.




And why The Scream? Just look at her face... she's the ultimate fangirl. Behind the artist, a devillishly handsome comedian has just entered the room... I shan't describe him, use your imagination; he could really be anyone you want him to be.

He might even be a woman....


But he isn't.


Not in my mind, anyway.


And on that note, I bid you adieu - for now!

The Shameful Obligatory Fangirl Post

There really are no words...

This post needs some updating, so whilst I get around to rewriting, just enjoy the beautifulness and visit
Chris' all-new website: http://www.chriscorcoran.net/
The website for the absolutely fabulously amazing pilot episode of The Committee Meeting: http://www.thecommitteemeeting.co.uk/
Or watch the episode here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/p01by7cb/Comedy_Feeds_2013_The_Committee_Meeting/
If this is your first visit, I do generally have more to say than this - please bookmark and return when I've had time to update!

Obviously, I have to mention The Book… hilariously funny! (Buy it!! I am still saving up for that kiss-based commission so big thanks to those of you who have bought it through my links already – a couple more and I might progress beyond a peck on the cheek!) I guess it would be considered cheating were I to order a replacement of my own – but I have to admit that being carried everywhere I go is taking its toll. It really is a cracking handbag book though!

And because I know a few who will truly appreciate this image, here is the money shot:

(not literally, of course… that would make this a different kind of blog altogether!)

The first from series 3 of the absolutely brilliant "Those That Can't" - for my money one of the best moments (much as for the thought of Korkey dangling trouser-less from a building than anything else!!)
	And as for this one - well some might suggest I have had a little too much time on my hands... or am avoiding something... or just wanted an excuse to spend four hours listening to old podcasts and snipping soundbites... regardless, enjoy it!

A quick update: Click the pic to go to the all new Korkey's Six Nations page


No captioning needed really - a small celebration of some great tongue action!


And because we all need another reason to lust after him...

Have you ever seen a man with such long fingers? ...

'Nuff said, really!


Oh, what's this?

A new picture?

I've montaged because whilst a some of these images are just stolen from about the web (mostly originating from the BBC) some are my own pics and some I have spent much time tracking down or screen-capping the exact pic I want... and it pisses me off slightly that people feel the need to take without getting in touch or at the very least back-linking. You will notice that throughout the entire blog when I use images from other blogs or websites which aren't easily found, I link to the source... takes a second to acknowledge them and really is a matter of common courtesy. Not too much to ask the same is it?


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Links here to series two, three and four of Those That Can't. Should the BBC ever decide to release podcasts/cds of the show, I will obviously remove the links so don't rely on them being here forever!

SERIES TWO: EP ONE EP TWO EP THREE EP FOUR EP FIVE EP SIX

SERIES THREE: EP ONE EP TWO EP THREE EP FOUR EP FIVE EP SIX

SERIES FOUR: EP ONE EP TWO EP THREE EP FOUR EP FIVE EP SIX

I was lucky enough to recently land a copy of the fabulous Rob Brydon's Identity Crisis in which we get to see very much of Chris Corcoran. I really do not know why this is not available on DVD, but nevertheless I was grateful when a friend sent a copy simply because it meant I could take screencaps of this one VERY beautiful moment! And yes, ok, many of these pics look much the same as the others but there was no way I could not share every last one of these with you all. This man truly is sex-on-a-stick, isn't he?!

Where to start... eyes... cheekbones... wind-ruddied skintone... the hair... but that jumper... definitely made for snuggling in front of a fire with a hot chocolate after a long Autumn walk. (It's not just me, you were thinking that too- admit it!)

More from Identity Crisis... just because....







And yes, they are montaged again... if you want any individual images, get in touch. I am not Korkey-hogging... just would like to know that people using my stuff are going to backlink at the very least.


A little Korkey-porn for you all here. A montage of Chris hosting the Rhod Gilbert show of June 6th. (brilliantly assisted by Ben Partridge, although strangely you do not hear much of him here!)


And this little gem I found sitting around a dark corner of the interweb all lost and dejected, so rescued it especially for your viewing! Also featuring Rhod Gilbert and Dan Mitchell.