An East End gel her choices apparently drugs drink and hooking or if

An East End gel, her choices apparently drugs, drink and hooking or, if she really did well, a job at the Boots makeup counter A nursing sister. All I know is that Lucy Cavendish College, Cambridge, is named after her, and that I cannot imagine a more profound honour, because the college – “Lucy”, as it’s known – exists for one purpose only, and it’s perhaps the noblest purpose of all: to give people a second chance.We hate second chances in this country. “We’ve got speeches now,” said the redhead, “at least stay and have a drink until we’ve finished the speeches.” “I’ll stay and have a drink until you’ve finished the speeches,” said the arts editor, and we went up to the bar.Normally around this point I’d tell you who Lucy Cavendish was, but I can’t find my Chambers Biographical Dictionary so I can’t pretend I just sort of, you know, know who she was. At the end of the road he said, “I’ll just walk to the corner with you,” and at the corner he said, “I might as well come to the college with you but I’ll not come in.”At the college we were met by a wall of academic women: young ones and old ones and in-between ones, all gowned, some in their scarlet, and the gossip and chatter and disputation and anecdotes, and the smell and sight and sound of clever, focused, happy women which is the nearest we’ll get to heaven on earth “I’ll not stay” said the arts editor. Then we opened another bottle, and after a while I said, “Well, they’ll have finished dinner now, I’d better get going.”"I’ll come to the end of the road with you,” he said, putting his scarf on.

All his ancestral Scottish genes were yearning to say, “You’ll have had your tea,” but years of living in Cambridge and the iron was rusting in his soul.
He softened up fast, after easing his feelings with a brief introductory lecture on his ailments, and produced some whisky. “Just the one,” I said, and he said that was just as well because there was only a drop left and he was only having the one himself, what with his stomach and everything, not to mention just having got the fire going. “You know, there’s such a lot of crap out there that you might as well react to before you start adding yet more.”. THE ARTS editor summed it up, standing at the door to the bar with his arms outspread like a prophet delivering a benediction: “Feck! Drink! Older women!”

He’d had stomach trouble that day, not feeling too good, cold evening, only just got the fire going, could run to a cup of tea perhaps but as for going out for a beer, out of the question. There’s so much stuff, it just seems a waste of time to come up with something new.” He pauses and glances towards the window. Probably a lot of what we would do anyway would be referring to pop culture, because that’s what we’re interested in.

So we’ve constructed our bedroom of, like, when we were 16.” The Star Wars duvet cover on the bed is noteworthy: George Lucas’s work underpins much of Adam and Joe’s, partly because he is one film maker whose attention to detail meets their own exacting standards.Asked whether they have any intention of ceasing to “sap other people’s creativity” (this third series, they have said, will be the last), Adam answers, “Probably not – it would be bad to suddenly come up with original ideas so late in the day. basically until three or four years ago, when we started having girlfriends.” Adam: “Now we have minimalist houses that we go back to and meditate in. Joe explains the clutter: “Our bedrooms were like this until … Filming the series has taken nine months, so they have spent so much time here that they all but moved in (“We need a break, because we’re going a bit mad,” says Adam). “The thing he was most impressed by was their brazen opportunism and their good humour about it, because the Chapmans especially are well aware of the ludicrous aspects of the modern art scene and a lot of their work is about that directly. But it didn’t give him any more respect for the art scene.”We are in Borough in south London, in the room where Adam and Joe’s television life is conducted. This is an actual bedsit converted into a studio, although in reality both live north of the river, in Clerkenwell – Adam alone, Joe with his girlfriend.

He got quite smashed and was very nervous – because although it’s kind of a joke, he knows he’s got to take it seriously for it to work.” (An insight which more or less sums up the philosophy behind The Adam & Joe Show.) Adam nods. He did a still-life of their sculpture `Two-faced C**t’, and then went away and did six quite interesting paintings from his own imagination, and held a private view in the Chapmans’ gallery, inviting lots of critics and artists. So he spent a day with the Chapman brothers and they taught him to paint. BaaadDad was also required to spend time with the Chapman brothers, denizens of the Brit Art scene. What was that about? Joe: “He really hates contemporary art – he thinks it’s debased and stupid – and was scandalised by the Sensation exhibition.

“So much is encapsulated there – every social strata – that we spent a week and shot 20 hours of film,” says Joe. In the new series, he goes to LA for a rap lesson from Coolio (“Coolio, I’m not in the market for buffoonery,” he says crisply, as a woolly hat from the rapper’s own brand of clothing is arranged on his head); and is taken to Ibiza to assess club culture. You’ve got to watch it, although it can be absolute shit, because you just know Richard’s going to say something idiotic at some stage. He comes out with the most fantastic stuff: `What are babies’s dreams like? Imagine being able to see your baby’s dreams – wouldn’t that be magical?’” They have recently yielded to temptation and created “This Morning with Han and Chewy”, which has the Star Wars Han Solo figurine as a vain, preening Richard, who, in a thought-bubble, imagines himself seated on one side of a fireplace, interviewing a small plastic statesman on the other: “So President Calrissian, which is your favourite Spice Girl?” Another of their parodies will be “Chew Wants To Be A Millionaire” – “Hosted by the Emperor, Chris Tyrant, Chewbacca being the contestant,” Joe elucidates.The ultimate stroke of genius when they were creating the show was to persuade Adam’s septuagenarian father, Nigel Buxton, dubbed BaaadDad, to be their critic for youth culture.