Appreciating Martin Freeman’s face, day 2.
Some show Martin Freeman was in. My sister told me to watch it. It had something to do with paper, I think. And self-awareness, self-actualisation, hope, ambition, dignity, love, change, redemption, hidden dildos, gelatinous staplers, musical hats, Scotch eggs and interpretive dance - and the comic and/or tragic lack, loss or fear of any or all of the above.
It was pretty good.
Gareth: What is that? right that is it!
David: Slow down your moving to fast, what’s going on?
Gareth: He’s put my stapler inside a jelly again, that’s the third time he’s done it, it wasn’t even funny the first time.
David: Why has he done that?
Gareth: I told him once I don’t like jelly, I don’t trust the way it moves
David: Yeah you admit to a weakness he pounces, you should know about that
Gareth: what is in there?
David: It’s my stapler [pulling stapler out of jelly]
David: well don’t do that! eat it out, there are people starving in the world, which I hate and it’s a waste, how do you know it’s yours?
Gareth: It’s got my name on it in tippex
David: well don’t eat it now chemicals
Gareth: [pointing to Ricky] you can be my witness, give him an official warning.
Tim: [eating jelly] how do you know it was me?
Gareth: It’s always you, can’t you discipline him
David: Ooh kinky, no the thing about practical jokes is that you know when to stop as well as start, and know is the time to stop putting Gareth’s personal possessions in jelly.
Tim: Gareth it’s only a trifling matter.