Historias de Britishcomedy

"Jeeves," I whispered, another sob escaping. "You really don't mind...?" "Of course not, sir." Jeeves said softly. "To cry is to release. Your usual instinct is to avoid it, if you don't mind my saying, but sometimes even the sunniest of dispositions are covered by clouds. Your tears, sir, are not an embarrassment to me." That was what did it. The words that tipped Bertram Wilberforce Wooster over the edge. ****** Bertie has had what can only be described as a horrific day, spoiled by formidable aunts and floating friends. Oh, what on earth is the young master to do? Though Bertie hates to cry, Jeeves knows that to cry is to release. But along with the tears, and the intricacies of Bertie's rotten day, something else threatens to be released. Something that Jeeves had never intended to admit...

Lady Honoria FitzClarence-Calthorpe has always regarded Waitrose as less a supermarket than a constitutional safeguard. Then she sees a man wearing denim. Worse still, his wife-or possibly mistress-is carrying a Primark bag. What begins as a quiet moment of aristocratic distress soon becomes a full-scale campaign to defend civilisation from meal deals, self-checkouts, air fryers, budget ranges and the indiscriminate touching of avocados. As Honoria's crusade for "retail decency" grows increasingly unhinged, she is forced to confront an intolerable possibility: the decline of society may not be caused by ordinary people shopping for dinner. It may be caused by her. One Does Not Simply Shop at Waitrose is an illustrated British satire about class, snobbery, supermarkets and one woman's magnificent inability to recognise that she is the problem.

Arnold Judas Rimmer and love never mix but when you, a hologram from another ship, glitch to red dwarf due to a fault in your light bee things begin to change. He never thought he was capable of loving someone else ...that was until he met you! A/N: I have series 6 Rimmer in mind when I'm writing this just so you know! Also if you use tumblr feel free to follow my RD blog 'smegdwarf' where I also post fanfics as well as fanart and other RD stuffs!

Nettlewell, one of England's hidden gems or so thought the residents. Population well about 100 give or take. Youngest person four years old and oldest 90. The row of thatched cottages down the lane by the church. Next to the church was the school and across from that was the pub conveniently next to that was the doctors. And then came the beauty of the village centre, the shops. The baker, butcher, corner shop which was also the post office, the cafe, antique shop, shoe repair and all other things that the owner decided to try his hand at and the laundry with machines as old as the residents and probably the only place in England that still took the old pound coins and where the internet was near to non existent. The end of the row, along the cobbled street was the towns pride and joy, the florist Pretty Posies, the sign with chipping paint and the forever squeaking door. The village's only claim to fame. The five time winner of the National Bloom Championships and that was down to the florist. The people of Nettlewell led a peaceful life until that letter arrived.

Rimmer got a hard light drive and everyone has been trying to be happy for him, but he's being even more of a smeghead than usual. But when an argument between Rimmer and Lister ends unexpectedly the air between them changes and they both begin considering something they never have before. Maybe all those days and nights in deep space meant more to each of them then they realised, and maybe all they needed was a little push to bring their façades tumbling down. *Also available on ao3* -All characters are from Red Dwarf-

Asher Darlington was the Goodmans next door neighbour. The Goodman family adored the girl as she grew up with the Goodman sons. Follow the dysfunctional Goodman family and the Darlington "daughter" go through a series of Friday Night Dinners.

Just some pictures of my favourite comedian in the entire universe ❤️ "I've got three sensitivity levels! And I'll be honest I'm on my top fucking one right now!" - Ed Gamble, 2019

After my picture fades and darkness has turned to grey... Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay... Secrets stolen from deep inside... The drum beats out of time... ✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ Control never thought he'd have to fire Tony Murchison. He was, to put it simply, one of the greatest men to ever grace the doors of the Secret Service. But here they are: Tony without a job, and Control heartbroken and Tony-less. They didn't even get to have one last coffee for elevenses. But through the tears, Control realises one thing: time is precious. And if he wants to find Tony before he boards the train to the station, he hasn't got much...

Moss had never genuinely loved a woman. He'd been on dates, and been in one relationship, but he'd never felt love. Maurice assumed this was because he was very out of touch with feelings, but maybe they were just the wrong people. There was this one guy, but that guy assured him that they both were not, in fact, gay.

A book dedicated to the greatest British comedy troupe to exist- Monty Python! Delve into the world of silly stuff....if you'd like to that is. / January 1st 2021 /

The fourth instalment of my Derry Girls fanfiction series. The Good Friday agreement approahces, and new horizons beckon

where Rebecca dips her toe into the lady pool

James visits London for a short stay, but when he returns to Derry, he's not alone. He brings his long time friend, Marco over for a visit. The story picks up a short time after the events in the haunted house in Donegal. Marco's arrival sparks a mixture of feelings within the group.

I needed to sacrifice some pictures to clear storage on my phone 😭 sorry James :(

Oneshots of you x british comedians/characters in british comedy shows. im willing to do requests as long as its not a serious fic about a real person x real person or jimmy carr sorry i just really hate him i am a bit of an oddball sorry about that one my writing isnt as bad as this i promise i do use grammar and paragraphs so my writing isnt completely unbearable I feel a bit weird writing smut especially about real people so please don't request that :-) ohhh these will be really fuvking stupid i hope they bring you some form of joy im sorry there's a large lack of british comedy fanfictions i think half of them are james acaster smut which i really just cant think about right especially the kinky ones like i just dont think he has the voice for that thing yk what im saying enjoy love u lots

Some little oneshots and drabbles of my favourite duo to ever come out of britcom: Ed Gamble and James Acaster! Platonic: 🌸 Romantic: 🌹 Smut: 🔥