God, travelling to Tamworth or Inverell from my tiny hometown to go the Pizza Hut for its buffet was just peak 90s childhood for me.

It ends with Lee Scoresby performing a rousing major-key song-and-dance rendition of “I Don’t Know How To Love Him” from Jesus Christ Superstar, featuring an entire chorus of soulless children and tap-dancing panserbjørn.

The Audition room, HBO:

It’s like “We get it; you wanted to lock in the oh-so-lucrative Broadsheet Theee-ate-er Columnist, and Twitterati Cultural Gatekeeper crowds - hashtaghamilton” but I’m struggling to think who would be a worse choice. Maybe James Corden?

Little sample:

Yes, and I was replying to the fact that, in this universe, the Evangelicals - Boze’s friends - do not like the Catholics, who were the ones who fucked with the movie.

Can’t forget the absolute godawful but oh-so-trendy casting of Lin Manuel as Scoresby. Because nothing says “Grizzled Texan” like an over-exfoliated New York theatre kid. He’s honestly the reason I stopped watching - they should’ve shoveled money at Brolin or Harrelson until they said yes.

If anyone wants to track it down, there’s an excellent documentary done by SBS called Black Soldier Blues about black US soldiers in Australia during WWII.

There’s no love to lose between Evangelicals and the Catholic Church.

I’d like to submit pretty much all of “Hey Soul Sister”, but mostly “My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest”.

Lady Mondegreene approves.

Yeah, I thought it was about showing the irrationality and fear setting in as his world collapses.

One day, developers will figure out that multiplayer and single are not interchangeable. 

Easy: have Hulk jump through rings.

I’m a cunt, but I’m not a fucking cunt. 

And yet I didn’t spend millions of dollars on it, nor do I have people rushing all over the internet telling everyone how good it ack-shully is.

I thought the Dowd Scale™ didn’t go above C+?

Podcasts are just articles for the illiterate.

Antergy.