'This Man' in isolation, I like. He's called Pete and I'm working with him on a BBC1 show at the moment, and he's funny and intelligent. Funny and intelligent enough to make you hate him, in fact. But I don't. I like him. Really.
Add 'This Man' to the action 'Eating Carrots', however, and the results are appalling. A percussive blast of cracks, snorts and slaps, it sounds like a piglet being kicked down a flight of stairs. Or a human beatbox drowning in a vat of chewing gum. If Satan has a ring-tone, this is it.
But, you know, I've found a way to cope with it. From now on, when it's a carrot day, I just eat my lunch in the car.
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