Mr Fry Rocks My World

The blessed Stephen Fry whom I adore, now writes a weekly column for the Guardian newspaper in the UK. I was thrilled to find that, apart from being one of the funniest actors around, he can also blog eruditely, and wittily (natch). And he has a Wikipedia entry. There’s glamour for you!

The fact that he too got his first Mac in 1984 cements our closeness.  Anyhow, I’ve pinched a longish quote from his first Guardian column Welcome to Dork Talk and reprinted it here. This  is to encourage you to get a feel for Mr Fry’s writing, and check out his blog. It’s delightful and ranges widely as you might expect.

Digital devices rock my world. This might be looked on by some as a tragic admission. Not ballet, opera, the natural world, Stephen? Not literature, theatre or global politics? Even sport would be less mournfully inward and dismally unsociable.

Well, people can be dippy about all things digital and still read books, they can go to the opera and watch a cricket match and apply for Led Zeppelin tickets without splitting themselves asunder. Very little is as mutually exclusive as we seem to find it convenient to imagine. In our culture we are becoming more and more fixated with an “it’s one thing or the other” mentality. You like Thai food? But what’s wrong with Italian? Woah, there… calm down. I like both. Yes. It can be done. I can like rugby football and the musicals of Stephen Sondheim. High Victorian Gothic and the installations of Damien Hirst. Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass and the piano works of Hindemith. English hymns and Richard Dawkins. First editions of Norman Douglas and iPods. Snooker, darts and ballet. Such a list isn’t a boast, it doesn’t make one an all-rounder to rival Michelangelo, it’s how humans are constructed. Adaptable, varied, versatile. So, believe me, a love of gizmos doesn’t make me averse to paper, leather and wood, old-fashioned Christmases, Preston Sturges films and country walks. Nor does it automatically mean I read Terry Pratchett, breathe only through my mouth and bring my head slightly too close to the bowl when I eat soup. (None of the above, I grant you, excuses a 50-year-old for saying that anything “rocks his world”; that’s just too horrid and must stop.)

See what I mean? It’s also so very English. I think Stephen is the first really English voice on dorky stuff that I’ve heard. It’s drolly passionate and I love it as I loved Blackadder and Fry and Laurie all those years ago.

And of course, he’s on twitter @stephenfry







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