June 2010
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Stephen Fry: A few weeks after announcing their discovery to the American Astronomical Society, they had to admit that they'd actually made a mistake in their calculations, and the universe was, in fact, more a sort-of taupe or beige-ish colour. I thought it was Gay Whisper with a touch of Amber Glow, erm, which are my favourite, er... This is... My pancake colour is called Gay Whisper. Did you know that? It actually is. Literally true. Gay Whisper.
Alan Davies: "Ga—" Is "Gay Whispers" like "Chinese Whispers"?
Stephen Fry: Only, more fun.
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Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie are to reunite for a... →
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There is one phrase I probably heard more than any other on my travels:...
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Stephen: Erm, but perhaps, you know, we should believe in Adam and Eve. Geneticists have established that every woman in the world shares a single female ancestor who lived a hundred and fifty thousand years ago. Scientists do actually call her "Eve". And every man shares a single male ancestor dubbed "Adam". It's also been established, however, that Adam was born eighty thousand years after Eve. So the world before him was one of heavy to industrial-strength lesbianism, one assumes.
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Now, I have never believed myself to be physically attractive. There are three...
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Stephen Fry: What is three times more dangerous than war?
Jimmy Carr: Three wars.
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In an increasingly infantilised world where so much seems to be split into good...
– Speech Given at a Dinner for the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, 8th June 2010
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Stephen Fry: Snail farming seems to date back to 10,700 B.C. The earliest things archaeologists have ever found that we appeared to farm.
Jimmy Carr: Sorry, hang on. An archaeologist discovered that? So he's on a dig site and he found a snail, and he went, "Ooh, look. They herded snails."
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In my memory Mid Kemp’s hands, his patched tweed jackets, his moustache and his hair were all yellowed with nicotine. I don’t know what it is about modern cigarettes, but no longer does one see the great stained smoking fingers and egg-yolk streaked white hair of old. Mid Kemp looked and talked like C. Aubrey Smith in The Four Feathers. His favourite word, one for which I have a great...
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Stephen Fry on the day Arthur Conan Doyle met... →
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