Day 47. 121 pages, 59,513 words.
Okay, so I admit I came late to Craig Ferguson’s stand-up and his interview show, stuff like that. Very remiss of me to have failed to acknowledge his humour value, all these years.
And I’m very sorry, because he is a funny guy.
But what you all don’t understand is, you all came late to Red Dwarf.
Because to me, there is no Craig Ferguson. There is only Dave Lister’s Confidence.
So the other day I was looking for a screenshot of Confidence, because I wanted to Photoshop a copy of Eejit into his hand and caption it. Something out of The Indling Song, obviously. And if you don’t know what The Indling Song is, then there is just no hope for you.
Anyway, something like this. That was the aim.
Yeah, that would make a nice – wait a second.
Who is that there?
Imagine my surprise at making this realisation.
No wonder I liked the guy! He’s Dave Lister’s Confidence.
Today’s bizarro mind-fuck brought to you by The British.