Full of nuts, watching a 70s western, I saw America’s future… - January 2017 The Observer - By Stewart Lee - January 29th, 2017

Can it be only last year that I was making the out-of-touch liberal elite laugh, in publicly subsidised theatres throughout pre-Brexit Britain, by saying that “Donald Trump” sounded like the kind of name Walt Disney would come up with if he was asked to invent a fart that could speak? Happy times. It seemed then…

Beyond good and evil with Gove and Trump - January 2017 The Observer - By Stewart Lee - January 22nd, 2017

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Scarlett Johansson’s Black Widow is able to translate the grunting of Mark Ruffalo’s incoherent Hulk into meaningful dialogue. Last Monday the Times newspaper invited us to believe that the resentful foundling Michael Gove could do the same with the contradictory snarling of Donald Trump. As a fellow adoptee I recognise…

My Paul Nuttalls routine has floated back up the U-bend - December 2016 The Observer - December 4th, 2016

I believe it was a frog who wrote, “Explaining a joke is like dissecting the American writer Elwyn Brooks White. You understand it better but Elwyn Brooks White dies in the process, ideally before completing Stuart Little.” I may have got this the wrong way round. I am a multiple British comedy and Bafta award-winning…

No more schmoozing with the enemy on TV shows - November 2016 The Observer - November 20th, 2016

The danger in meeting politicians is that they seem all right and then, as a comedian, it is much harder to summon up the manufactured anger required to despise them for personal commercial gain. I have a mortgage. I can’t afford to find myself thinking things like “You know, Ken Clarke isn’t so bad once…

Brexit Britain is desperate for a decent genesis myth - October 2016 The Observer - October 30th, 2016

We are entering a second dark age. But the light that flickers on the screens of our iPhones, from a five-second clip of a dog sliding on some ice, is blinding us to the encroaching blackness. Our civilisation teeters at the abyss. We are 8th-century Lindisfarne monks, spotting black Viking sails on the horizon and…

In Mel and Sue, the true spirit of punk lives on - September 2016 The Observer - September 18th, 2016

Paul Hollywood is named after a stupid place. And Mary Berry changed her surname to that of a popular cake ingredient in 1970, in a self-abasing quest for self-raising fame. We expect little moral guidance from either Hollywood or Berry, and we receive none in return. But in refusing to follow The Great British Bake…