<Warning - unflattering Nicholas comments
follow>
I don't mean to be unkind, but a lot of my pleasure
listening to JAM is Nicholas bumping into walls and
embarrassing himself when he's at his highest level of
preenworthy pomposity and vanity.
He's the embarrassing try-too-hard great-uncle who
sincerely thinks he's the life of the party with a
responsibility to be entertaining with his
Hamish/Dougal Scottish accents, his faux-French, or
his umpteenth rendition of the same old story when all
the other guests are wondering who he is and who
invited him.
An image of Alan Partridge's dad in a gaudy
waistcoat springs to mind.
Now I really understand how Clement Freud must have
felt... a bit like Kenneth Branagh cast as the
Gravedigger while Nicholas plays Hamlet, trips, and
falls head-first off the stage (only to leap back,
beaming, and declare, "I meant to do that! Aha!")
I feel better now.
Iconoclasm completed. Let the reverence resume.
My apologies to devout Nicholas-admirers.
Mark