Then I might as well take the time to say, I tried to deep-fry my Milky-Ways and it didn't work. Them Scots must do somethin special with the batter....
Yeah, I made a bit of a hash of it.
I'll just spell it out and you can rewind it and play at a humor volume that suits you. I get instant mental imagery- you know? Sometimes it's funny and sometimes it's just weird. But when I read:
said Mr. Gore in an interview with The Observer
I pictured that the Observer never actually contacted Gore. Mr Insignificant was probably sitting up late reading a comic book and the idea popped into his head "Hey, I haven't tried to get the Observer to listen to me yet".
So he calls 'em up straight away- but nobody wants to hear him in the middle of the night, so the telephone operator keeps handing him off until he makes it to this reporter's voice mail service. He cheerily tells the machine "Hi, you might have heard of me- I'm Al Gore- and I'm offering you an exclusive." He launches into this long diatribe- mainly because nobody is there to make him shut up.
And during a lengthy discourse on the history of political journalism in America,
I can picture it. Tipper's laying there with one of those sleeping masks and ear plugs while Gore talks and talks and talks until the tape on the machine runs out. I can picture him feeling very warm and fuzzy talking to a fellow machine and even giving it a fond fairwell after the little beep at the end.
The reporter comes back off holiday and finds this weird message on his machine. Figures it's a prank and is about to delete it when one of his colleagues says "But nobody would impersonate Al Gore... Maybe it's real?"
I found it funny for some reason.