[singlepic=5,240,320,,right]…and so it continues, with a feature in The Guardian about Marcus Brigstocke’s comedy ski fest in the French Alpine town of Meribel.
Tragically, Brigstocke had spent £25,000 of his own money on the event before heavy snow forced him to fork out another £5,000 on snow melting equipment to rescue the marquee.
Did someone mention global warming?
This truly is twattish middle class smugness of a most repulsive degree. To say that I am outraged and disgusted would be evocative of a letter to Points of View; yet this is how I feel.
“I am at the point,” he says, “where it hurts on a daily basis. But the thing is, I don’t much care whether this makes money. Because fundamentally, this festival is just such a great idea.”
“Great idea” – that’s a laugh. What is great about it, exactly? Allowing you to ski and work at the same time? Cake and eat it, did someone say?
“The stand-ups who come and don’t go up the hill,” says Brigstocke, “if it were up to me, I’d never ask them back. I take that as a personal affront.”
Wanker.