These two sentences should be delivered in the actor's best existential impression of the Aussie meathead in Gone in 60 Seconds, at the very end of the movie.
That'd be Vinnie Jones, he's a Pom, not an Aussie.
*ahem*
About bloody Time I say, for years I've been putting in the hard yards to win this flogging award and every year it goes to some do-gooding toss-pot. Look at last year, a singer who won't take his bloody sunglasses off, some four-eyed super-geek who made all his money by stealing from another company and is now desperately trying to avoid the karma gods by donating most of his billions to charity and that guy's missus who's just along for the ride and doesn't mind the view from the mansion whilst it's all happening - these people were Time's "Person of the Year."
What rot. The Person of The Year should be someone who's not a do-gooding nancy boy but someone who's good at what they do despite obvious failings.
Last year's "Person of the Year" should have been me but seeing as how it has to be a celebrity then it should have been the great Shane Warne. He's an absolute wanker with no respect for his wife and constantly plays off the publicity of his indiscretions but he took 40 wickets in the Ashes and single handedly nearly retained the little urn, holding the mediocre performance of the rest of the team on his broad shoulders and in doing so almost became the man who beat an entire nation.
So thanks Time, but too little too late.
I'll see who it is next year, probably that little pansy the Dalai Lama or someone...
*throws award in the bin, heads for the bar*