Hmm, when I was watching it yesterday, he looked very clean-shaven. Weird. My mind must have been playing tricks on me, I guess. As for the setting, all the talking heads were in random rooms like that.

Oh, England. Save a place for me, would you? I hear the real estate situation in London is even more horrific than NYC and if there's one thing I can't resist it's obscene rents in apts/flats. Thanks for your input 407! I wish BBC America would run QI. My favorite bit on HL & SF's friendship is from a Wogan interview back in the J&W days (and despite the fact that they joke about HL being old to play Wooster, to me he looks about 12). I'm not sure about what kinds of links are kosher here . . . I will say that I have vague memories of a website that rhymes with Boob Tube and the words Hugh Laurie Wogan Jonathan Ross interview appeared at some point. I wasn't watching it at 5:02 pm, but those numbers seemed important somehow, too. Anyways . . . I know HL said his favorite Wodehouse is the Blandings stories, and that he came to J&W late, but I read J&W first and can't seem to get into Blandings. I fail as a Wodehouse and a HL fan.

Sans - nothing to do with the boob tube mentioned :P - I am so dead *vibrates* But if you gotta go, that's the way to do it.

Subtlety truly is an art, Sansy. Really. Also, don't even mention the real estate situation - I plan to be a student in London. As if students aren't poor enough already, we have to pay horrifically high rent as well. If only I could stomach living at home for another 4 years :wink: My favourite interview was always the one that Hugh and Stephen did together, involving the magic trick with the orange. Hilarious (and incredible).

The one where SF says HL has no chutzpa? :lol: priceless stuff. And Hugh got better in juggling since then ;)

Haha, yeah. That interview also had Hugh commenting on the birth of his first son, I think ("I didn't even know she was pregnant!")

Yes, that was hilarious. And the lady stroke gentleman :rofl: They are so good together. And that host was a real putz.

Oh, Sansy! That was very touching!!

Their eyes met across a crowded room. For the next few weeks they simply drifted from one hotel room to another - words weren't necessary... It's like, the greatest love story ever told.

I've watched 50 not out!! :clap: How fun, the whole gang. My god, John Sessions got really old. And I wished Tony Slattery would show up, but he never does these things does he? Hugh is so charming talking about Stephen. And to judge by his acting choices, he really likes to get smacked :P

Loved Hugh's comments about Stephen's memory. "He never has forgotten anything he has worn, seen, read, or done. Which is kind of creepy." :)

Stephen must be a terrifying man to know. Maybe Baby: A not very informative recap in honour of the Oxbridge crowd MUCH MUCH WARNINGERISMS ABOUT NAUGHTY WORDS - because some people aren't really into all that: This as this is a film about fucking, coitus, copulation, shagging, having it off, rogering, putting the trouser god up the spout and seeing what comes out and various other things involved in the making of babies. Now we can all pretend that little Terrence came about by hot meals and some nice furniture, but deep down we all know it came about through a little something called ‘the joy of making babies’ and as much as we don’t want to think we all think about it all the time, we are: so just get over it. Which brings us to SEX, SEX, SEX and more SEX! The Not very Informative Recap of Hugh Laurie’s Movie Maybe Baby or as it is called in Holland: ‘If Perchance We Are Making the Sex Manipulations Enough There Could Be The Possibility of a Small Human Child’ (and who said the Dutch weren’t romantic?). Ladies and gentleman. In a shameless rip off of Stephen Fry I have some news. Tonight the word fuck had to pull out at the last minute. So for all intents and purposes the word fuck will be played by the word shag. There is a reason for this. While the word fuck does its job adequately it does not capture the special feel of the word shag. A quick shag: shag pile carpet: shag me sideways into next Thursday: fancy a shag. If fuck and shag were rugs fuck would be one of those boring utilitarian beige ones and shag would be one of those big white fluffy ones with tassels around the side that your big brother’s flatmate had in their share apartment in Soho. An apartment that always smelt sort of funny and it wasn’t until you went to a nice respective college in London that you realized what it was. You don’t remember much about your economics degree, but boy university was fun and it didn’t really matter anyway because you joined the BBC. Fuck is Tom Hanks talking to Wilson the volleyball in that movie where he talks to the volleyball called Wilson; shag is Richard E Can’t smothered in Dencorub and drinking lighter fluid in Withnail and I. See my point: shag is a fun word that should (along with the shaggee) be embraced at all feasible points in time. And so, for the purposes of this recap, we will be embracing it vigorously tonight. So on the actual story… Interesting fact number 173: Maybe Baby was actually first a book written by Blackadder writer and all round clever person Ben Elton. It was called Inconceivable. However it was apparently inconceivable that a movie could be called Inconceivable so the name was changed to Maybe Baby. I can imagine Ben Elton pitching this movie to Hugh Laurie: Ben: “Basically mate you have to shag for most of the movie.” Hugh: Who? Ben: Joely Richardson. Hugh Laurie: You’re on! The Americans tell me their version of this movie was heavily censored. And just judging by the amount of ‘horizontally integrated deep penetration’ (yep – if you want to see Hugh say that… you can) that happens in this movie I can see why. The movie is 140 minutes long. I get visions of the American version being ten minutes of people riding around on mopeds and 130 minutes of cutaways to trains going into tunnels and rockets taking off. While a bit stiff and upper lip, the British managed to avoid all that Mayflower/Goody Proctor stuff and the now they are more au fait with seeing two naked people having it off on a giant chalk man’s willlie. Although I think this may have something to do with all those Carry On movies. But I suppose you raunchy lot want to know about Hugh Laurie. Well – we do see him in this movie. In fact we see quite a lot of him in this movie. In fact we see just about everything in this movie except little Hugh and the Hughettes. Sorry that is as far as I am going to go because I really do feel uncomfortable talking about scrotums. Now if ever there was a turn off of a word: it’s scrotum. However for those of you with multiple region DVD players, clever computers and a desire to see repressed English people shagging like rabbits – go order it from Amazon. But veering away from testes and on to the plot: what happens in the film? As the title suggests this movie is about a couple, Sam and Lucy, who want to have a baby. The fact the wife (Joely Richardson) was called Lucy disturbed me no end as my dog’s name is Lucy and although I technically know people can also share the name I kept getting odd images of a small tan and white Shitzu who snores like a buzz saw whenever this name was mentioned in the film. However although Sam escapes from his job at the BBC to hop on his motorbike and race home for a shag at every opportunity and Mrs Sam lies with her legs up against the wall to encourage the ‘little Sams’ to seek out an audience with Lucy’s ‘I’m running out of metaphors here’ and close the deal so to speak, it is no cigar on the baby front and dividends are at an all time low. Hugh/Sam hates his job producing cutting edge entertainment that for some reason seems to involve a man in a purple lycra jump suit. All I can say is Sam/Hugh should have brought back Doctor Who! Interesting fact No 47: Michael Grade (the head of BBC TV) hated Doctor Who and campaigned to get it canned in 1988. He was just recently rehired and guess WHO they just brought back – with huge success? However Hugh/Sam is not so forward thinking and is just depressed by the whole SLOGAN SLOGAN SLOGAN BBC!!!! Where everything is cool and cutting edge. In fact the movie begins with one of those really irritating Tony Robins type motivational speakers gurgling on about THE FUTURE and STUFF and WHOOPING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF - and of course the British, while far too polite to actually say they think the whole thing is a load of rubbish and that sort of thing is just vulgar, just sit through it and sigh a bit. I sympathise as for years I was subjected to a man called either Scott John or John Scott (to this day I have absolutely no idea which one it is – which is terribly embarrassing whenever I meet the man) who was paid a bucket load to come in once a year and tell us to stay ‘on message’. Much like Hugh/Sam in this movie (who were also told to stay ‘on message’ – it’s the BBC – Playschool and the bloody news I would have thought) we would relocate very fast to the nearest bar. And come on! Cutting Edge! The most successful show the BBC has ever done is probably a toss up between Brideshead Revisited and As Time Goes By. And does Dame Judy Dench look cutting edge to you? No she is all short and boiled egg toast soldiers with real butter and stuff. Which brings me to: Ewen Proclaimer, the Scottish director: While he wouldn’t walk 1000 miles, Ewen is the author of Sick Junkie - a comedy about teenagers injecting heroin into their eyeballs and… actually I am going to take an educated pot shot and say that I think the rest of his monologue was probably cut from the American version too because even I don’t think you nice Americans need to know about that sort of stuff. Obviously, as he had not seen Trainspotting: which disturbed me because my 73 year old father rather liked it whereas I was agog that someone would want to. And could, shove themselves down a toilet – who says oldies can’t surprise you every so often, Sam says this idea is ‘shyte’ and to sod off. However, Ewen and his ridiculously thick Scottish accent, go on to direct Sam’s movie. Did I forget to mention Sam has been writing a movie about his wife’s dismal failure to become pregnant? And it is a comedy. She doesn’t know – about the movie or the fact he has been pinching stuff from her personal journal, but I am sure when she does find out she is just going to find it all hilarious. Yeah: dot dot dot. So Sam/Hugh’s movie is about having babies. Now I think we need to talk about having babies. They are unpredictable little suckers – and they drool. But so does my Shitzu. I have a friend, who is the heir to an entire Baby Looking After Empire (ie, daycare centres) and she has three little kiddies. One is hers (can’t quite remember, but I know she has a silly name), a little foster boy and a little foster girl. My friend is made for babies. She is one of those people who, on reflection, just oozes that whole nurturing thing. You just want to cuddle her and squish her… and yes well… But some of us, while genetically all for the whole baby thing: some of us like observing them at a distance: like the sun. However the baby lottery can be – for some people a very painful thing. And although why people want to actually own one of the little drooling monsters who will only grow up to rack up huge telephone bills themselves is a mystery that is personally beyond me, but fortunately Mother Nature made us very stupid and we like the little suckers. So Sam’s movie is a big hit down at the new cutting edge BBC. Interesting fact number 4: What is it with Hugh Laurie? I swear pianos must follow him around. He must be some sort of piano god or something. Elton makes good use of Hugh’s musical ability (I curse his long elegant unbroken fingers) and while Sir Paul of the Beatles sings the title song to the movie Hugh gets to sing what is basically a song about masturbation. Yes, yes – I know. Stop it or you’ll go blind. But can we just accept that, like sex, it happens. As we have been doing it for quite a long time now I think we should just accept that we are genetically programmed to wank. The Wanking Song (sing this to a slow negro type spiritual tune): I’ve got my sperm test tomorrow, And my pot is on the shelf. I’ve got my sperm test tomorrow, And my little pot is on the shelf. I have to go into the bathroom, sit down… and abuse myself! Howl! Beautiful, beautiful stuff. So what did we take away from all of this? I think Hugh/Sam says it best at the end of the film. I’ll paraphrase: We want a kid, but we can’t let it define us. Life is a very unpredictable and chancy thing. So why don’t we just love each other and take each day as it comes – and who knows... And are they ever successful? Well, at the end of the film you hear a child’s giggle so who knows boys and teddies: who knows. At least my Shitzu only snores and throws up on the rug every so often… So basically: if you want to see Hugh Laurie naked - this is the movie for you!

Bravo is re-running HL's interview on Inside the Actors Studio on Sunday Aug. 26, 9 am ET.

Oh man that c**ting interviewer. And I mean that in a nice friendly way. The only good interviews we get nowadays with Hugh are with that Scotty guy because they know each other from way back. I'm not the greatest interviewer, but surely they can do more than just rehash what we have heard 1000 times. Hugh Laurie may not be the most exciting man on the planet but come on - ask him something other than 'how do you do that accent'.