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My name is Sam Rees. I'm one of three contributors to the Funfiltered podcast, the others being Eddie Boylett and Jordan Criddle. For the past two months, we have also functioned as the caretakers, cheerleaders, emissaries and vaguely assorted synonyms of the Funlimited Entertainment brand.
We have presided over the company in a time of unprecedented human stupidity and global carnage (it’s almost like Monsieur Kettle knew… lucky break, J). It has sometimes been difficult to maintain a sense of humour in the midst of the face of misery-doom. But when one reflected for three seconds as opposed to two, the feebly-guarded despondency gave way to the wry smile gave way to the chuckle.
There are still good things in the world.
Sure, those goods things seem ever harder-won.
But you don’t win unless it’s hard… said the adjudicator to the contestants at the libertine tournament.
My very insincere apologies for my mawkish offerings. When one moves from here to there (in our case a demotion), one is invited to contemplate. For these will be our final words as spearheads of Funlimited. We hereby cede expression to Mr. Jeremy Kettle, his bridges mended, his being convalesced. I’m sure. One perk of pixel-aversion is a certain obliviousness to the wider world. I suspect Jeremy knows not what he has missed.
You lucky, lucky man.
With that, we bid you adieu. It’s all yours, Jezza.
By Video VillageMy name is Sam Rees. I'm one of three contributors to the Funfiltered podcast, the others being Eddie Boylett and Jordan Criddle. For the past two months, we have also functioned as the caretakers, cheerleaders, emissaries and vaguely assorted synonyms of the Funlimited Entertainment brand.
We have presided over the company in a time of unprecedented human stupidity and global carnage (it’s almost like Monsieur Kettle knew… lucky break, J). It has sometimes been difficult to maintain a sense of humour in the midst of the face of misery-doom. But when one reflected for three seconds as opposed to two, the feebly-guarded despondency gave way to the wry smile gave way to the chuckle.
There are still good things in the world.
Sure, those goods things seem ever harder-won.
But you don’t win unless it’s hard… said the adjudicator to the contestants at the libertine tournament.
My very insincere apologies for my mawkish offerings. When one moves from here to there (in our case a demotion), one is invited to contemplate. For these will be our final words as spearheads of Funlimited. We hereby cede expression to Mr. Jeremy Kettle, his bridges mended, his being convalesced. I’m sure. One perk of pixel-aversion is a certain obliviousness to the wider world. I suspect Jeremy knows not what he has missed.
You lucky, lucky man.
With that, we bid you adieu. It’s all yours, Jezza.