too young to care
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→ 17 May 12 at 11 pm
→ 17 May 12 at 11 pm
Rebecca Front wrote an article for the New Statesman that explains the creation of Nicola Murray. And the closing paragraphs explain why I love Nicola Murray so fucking much.
I did some research to enable me to play the part. A former female cabinet minister gave me a few helpful insights into the exhaustion and pressure that the likes of Nicola live with. It’s useful, when you’re playing a scene in Malcolm Tucker’s office, to have a sense of what your character’s day has been like: how much sleep she will have had (not much), whether there will have been time for lunch (probably not), whether she will have found a minute to reapply her make-up, or whether she will look a bit of a mess (no, and therefore yes). It was from the minister that the idea of Nicola wearing comfy trainers around the office came, something the writers delighted in.I also spoke to someone who had helped politicians with media management. I wanted to know what would make a politician a spin doctor’s nightmare. His answer was chillingly simple: “If she believed in things.”I took those thoughts to Armando, and he and the writers did the rest. Nicola Murray is, in effect, the politician I would have become if, at 17, I hadn’t changed my mind. Because the writing is so brilliant, I was able to play a complex character who means well, does badly, and feels knackered. And just to keep Malcolm awake at night, she believes in things.The entire article is here
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→ 30 Apr 12 at 11 pm
→ 30 Apr 12 at 11 pm
- We do a weekly digest for the Prime Minister. We boil down the week’s television, cinema, music, so on.
- The Zeitgeist tapes.
- Exactly, The Zeitgeist tapes. EastEnders highlights, choice bits from all the reality shows, 10 second music videos, that kind of thing.
(via beneathpyramids)
♥ 71
→ 18 Apr 12 at 10 am
→ 18 Apr 12 at 10 am
favorite tv duos | malcolm tucker & jamie mcdonald
“Shall I send Jamie over? Would you like that? You and Jamie and a rubber truncheon, locked in that fucking newsroom together.”
My babies…
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(Source: sarahciraptor)
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→ 05 Apr 12 at 3 am
→ 05 Apr 12 at 3 am
What I love most about this scene, next to its obvious hilarity, is how ten seconds in you can hear Malcolm chuckle. And he never did that with anybody else. While we’ve seen him grin and sneer we have not had him give a chuckle to anybody else. There’s something warm about chuckling, something comfortable. It’s like Jamie is the one person he can relax with, just hang out with for a minute before they get back on the mad roller-coaster of government fuck up. They’re just chattering, and while Malcolm still has half an eye on his mobile, Jamie’s just sitting there in the middle of Malc’s office with a cup of coffee, waffling away about some movie he watched yesterday. I just can’t with these two. Why can’t we have Jamie back. They need each other.
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→ 31 Mar 12 at 2 am
→ 31 Mar 12 at 2 am
I sit at the computer all day and SCOUR for things like this for YOU my babies…
This is from the filming mentioned earlier today :)
What I should do tonight is watch The Thick of It or In The Loop. I’m in that kind of mood. The evil-cackle-of-schadenfreude mood.
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→ 14 Mar 12 at 4 am
→ 14 Mar 12 at 4 am
From this fic, in which there is a zombie apocalypse, and Malcolm does what he does best. (via southerngaelic)
"Malcolm Tucker strode into the room, Blackberry pressed against his ear and a bloodied up fire-escape axe in his free hand. He was looking a bit worse for wear, with his suit covered in blood-splatter and a bit torn up.
“Zombies?” Malcolm asked down the phone. “Have you been fucking smoking something? There’s no fucking zombies. We are merely having a natural, normal national fucking bad day.”
“How did he just?” Nicola asked.
“Because Malcolm already is undead?” Glenn suggested.
“There just isn’t enough meat on him to tempt them,” Terri offered up as an alternative thesis.
“The UK Government is fine. Peachy even,” Malcolm continued. “We’re just suffering from a mass power outage, coupled with a national Thriller dance off, and of course this all happened on a day when the military is doing a demonstration of urban warfare across London.”
“He’s actually just a figment of our imagination. Mass hallucination brought on by fucking starvation,” Ollie said.
Malcolm ignored them all still. “I don’t know what fuck gets the kids dancing in the streets these fucking days. Probably some fucking Twitter thing…Yeah, yeah, yeah, broadcast what you want, but remember I’m not the one trying to say the dead have fucking risen…Yeah, well, fuck off!”
Malcolm put the phone down and turned to his audience. “DoSAC!” he cried, arms outreached.
“The BBC?” Terri asked.
“Fucking CNN. The only thing the fucking BBC’s broadcasting these days is a call for brains.”
"
