one month passes...
eight months pass...
one year passes...
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/11/13/andrew-neil-attacks-bbc-left-wing-bias-comedy-shows/
Andrew Neil has tweeted some disparaging remarks about Boaby's appearance on This Week. Boaby is not best pleased. A phone call ensues.
BOAB: Here, Neil, whit's the fuckin' sketch here?
ANDRA: Whit? Is there some sort o' problem?
BOAB: Aye, there's a problem! Ah'll tell ye the fuckin' problem! You're the fuckin' problem!
ANDRA: How, whit huv ah done noo?
BOAB: This fuckin' tweet ye fired aff, huvvin' a fuckin' pop at me for fuckin' scowlin' at you an' yer bum chums jiggin' aboot like a bunch o' fuckin' muppets oan yer shite fuckin' show, that's whit! Ya fuckin' wide-o!
ANDRA: Aw... right... er... ah thoat ah'd deleted that.
BOAB: Here, ah'll fuckin' delete you in a minute.
ANDRA: Well, ye've goat tae admit, ye were sittin' therr wi' a face like fuckin' fizz.
BOAB: Can ye fuckin' blame me! Ah'd be fuckin' black affrontit to be seen kerryin' oan lik' that in public, bit o' fuckin' decorum please! Nae wonder mah face wis fuckin' trippin' me!
ANDRA: It wis jist a bit o' fun, Boab!
BOAB: Aye, that right? A bit o' fun? Aboot as funny as cancer, ya walloper.
ANDRA: Here, let's no' fa' aboot this.
BOAB: An' whit's this shite aboot me an' mah "fancy Islington pad"? Where the fuck dae you live these days, Neil, fuckin' Feegie Park? Anyway huv you forgoatten when I came across a burnt-out motorcycle in the street, no wheels, no seat, just a charred metal skeleton. It had obviously been stolen and dumped by a gang of teenage wild boys. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen since last night's evening sky. You don't find 'art' in galleries, it's all around you. The city is alive and on fire. Long may it burn? Eh? Cuz where me an' Jeremy live is fuckin' nails, man!
ANDRA: Awright, awright, calm doon...
BOAB: Naw, ah'll calm doon fuck all man. Ah'll fuckin' have you bra'! Giein' me oot yer fuckin' lip ower the phone. 'Cause yer joab's fuckin'... ye're sussed, man, know whit ah mean?
ANDRA: Here, you've just taken that verbatim from "The Plumber Tape".
BOAB: Oh, aye, sorry, lettin' the fuckin' cat oot the bag therr.
ANDRA: Listen, Boab, ye can come oan mah show anytime ye wahnt, I'll let ye say whit ye like and dae whit ye like, ah'll gie ye the flair...
BOAB: The flerr?
Andra: The flair.
BOAB: The flerr, ye mean.
Andra: Naw, the flair.
BOAB: The flerr.
Andra: The flair.
BOAB: The flerr!
Andra: The flair!!
BOAB: THE FLERR!!!
Andra: ... hey, haud oan, this is exactly the same He's Fae Paisley/ Ah'm Fae Glesga routine ye did w' Momus on the Primal Scream thread - and naebody know whit ye were oan aboot then either.
BOAB: Aye, ye're right, ah'm beginning tae repeat masel' noo.
ANDRA: Happens tae the best o' us mate - ye'll huv seen the shite comedy routines oan mah show?
BOAB: Seen them? Ah wis part o' wan!
(both laugh)
ANDRA: Aye, ah wis forgettin'! Onywey, ah'll catch ye later, big man, Portillo's pickin' up his boyfriend fae Heathrow an' we're aw gon oot fer lunch.
BOAB: Aye, nae bother, Andra, you take care noo!
ANDRA: Will do!
BOAB: An' be sure tae send ma best wishes tae auld rubber lips, Portillo!
ANDRA: (laughs) Aye, we should aw' go oot for a swally sometime!
BOAB: Count me in, big yin, count me in!
ANDRA: Later!
BOAB: Aye, aw ra best!
(Andra rings off, Boab still on the phone)
BOAB: Aye, that's him tellt, he'll no' be messin' wi' fuckin' Boaby Gillespie again in a hurry ... holl', whit happened therr?!??? Ah phoned up tae gie that cunt a piece o' mah mind and we ended up lik' fuckin' best buddies! He's too fuckin' smert fur me, that's whit it is, that fuckin' sneaky Paisley Grammar bastard...
(wanders off, phone in hand, mumbling incoherently).
― ROCK MUSIC (Tom D.), Wednesday, 14 November 2018 13:23 (five years ago) link