Someone uploaded it! TAKE A WIN AT LIFE CARD.

I know, I know, two Youtube imbeds in three posts but I promised this as soon as I found it and trust me, it's so worth it. Who else votes for Jamie Cullum getting a cameo at some point during the Minchin's next tour and them doing a piano duet? I WOULD SO BE THERE.

Without further ado...

Posts will return to containing actual substance other than "Yay Minchin!" soon. At least until November and tennis, at which point it'll be "Yay! Roger!" until December when it'll be "Yay! Cardiff!"

...I squee a lot. Hm. Oh but wait, I just remembered November will also be full of bitching about my NaNo so it'll balance! Hooray!

This is the way the world ends.

So the Mock the Week marathon on Dave made me want Ed Byrne slash so I was just wandering innocently around looking and while meandering around comedian_slash I came across this fic which kind of blew me away. Out of nowhere, because Russell Brand and Noel Fielding being the last people left after the apocalypse sounds more like crackfic than heartbreak but... oh my god. It's stunning.



Scenes from the End of the World, or The Last Kid on Earth (But One) by sheldrake, Noel Fielding/Russell Brand and the end of the world.

I'd like to quote the whole thing because it's amazing but I can't (just go read it) so:


Trudging tiredly back to the village, he sees a rabbit. It stands still as anything, staring at him, nose twitching -- then disappears with a flash of white down a hole in the sandy bank. Fucking typical. Russell sticks two fingers up at the place it recently vacated. He's in no mood to celebrate the Survival of the Bunnies. It's not like an apocalypse makes much difference to them, after all -- they just go on doing their own thing, the rabbits and squirrels, the birds and the fish. The mould. The flies. People or no people, they just carry on the same.

"You don't know how lucky you are, anyway," he mutters to the vanished rabbit. "Could have been Ray Mears and Hugh Fearnley Fucking Whittingstall were the last two people left on earth. Instead you've got a couple of pathetic mincing wankers from Camden, one of which is a vegetarian, and the other one's taken to his bed indefinitely. God, yeah, you must be really scared..."

He stops speaking then, because his voice sounds wrong in the empty world. In a flash of temper, he chucks the net into a patch of prickly gorse, then worries about animals getting caught up in it and goes to get it back. That one might almost have made him laugh, but his teeth are chattering too much, and the gorse has left scratches all up his arms.


and my favourite:


Russell pillows his head on his hands and stares into the darkness. It's kind of like camping, this. It feels a bit like being a kid again. The last kid on Earth (but one).

"I sort of keep wondering," he says, keeping his voice low, the way you do when you spill confessions into the dark. "I keep wondering what happened to Morrissey."

"Same as everyone else, I suppose. Whatever that is."

"No, I meant my cat."

"Oh."

"I went back," Russell goes on. "I called him for ages. Put food out. I had his favourite biscuits, kept on shaking the packet, but he never came. I just keep thinking... what if..."

He doesn't finish the sentence. Noel says nothing.

"Nah, never mind," Russell says eventually. It was a bit too close, that one. They don't talk about people. Morrissey is people.

~

It's wonderful. Heartbreaking and beautiful and desperately wanting to be optimistic in the face of it all. Seriously, you should read this. It's worth it.