The future’s come and gone; it’s a thing of the past. That once impossibly exotic expression ‘the year 2000,’ for so long evocative of silver suits and robots in pinnies, now feels antiquated. – Peter Baynham
In life, comedy occurs naturally, as it should, in the most appalling of circumstances. – Peter Baynham
I was a pedantic child. I’d get really annoyed at the logic of small things that don’t bother anyone else. – Peter Baynham
People sort of imagine Chris Morris and me sitting somewhere dark, with dripping taps and chilling background music. In fact, we like to sit on his roof in the sunshine – and there’s an endless amount of just sitting there, going, ‘So, erm, er, what shall we do?’ – Peter Baynham
Christmas movies, it’s a hard thing to do. The danger is you just end up with a Hollywood star with a Santa beard. You risk it being fake and cheesy and not real. – Peter Baynham
We’re chipping away at our capacity for wonder. When hologram TVs eventually go on sale, they’ll cost รด?20,000 and be bought only by those strange, heroic, friendless men who live in flats piled high with giant 80s mobiles and DVD players weighing eight stone. – Peter Baynham
Innovations, instantly followed by a demented lust for them, now arrive with dizzying speed, not just daily, but in one-hour delivery slots. – Peter Baynham
People complain that joking about serious subjects is ‘making light’ of them. Isn’t that a good idea? Comedy lets the air out of the bully’s tires. – Peter Baynham
So many Christmas films either are twee, or try and go super edgy, then stick on something Christmassy at the end of the movie. – Peter Baynham
It’s a fairly common phenomenon of London life – people having fully developed critiques of books they haven’t read and films they haven’t seen. I’d probably include myself in that. – Peter Baynham
In 2001, my father finally succumbed to the bone cancer that had tortured him for seven years. His last weeks were a terrible, black icing on the cake, the agony, the slow twisting, thinning and snapping of his skeleton. Everything fell apart. – Peter Baynham
I’m nostalgic for the future I knew as a kid. Back then, it was a lovely, bleepy, heavenly land populated by svelte men in white polo necks, who would lounge on big white sofas sipping blue wine from big glass globes, beside women like the ones on the covers of Hedkandi chill out compilations. – Peter Baynham
