That's so tragic, what happened; and yet so precious to picture a tiny young Stephen with his doting grandfather and his reaction to being told what happened to his relatives.
Bro maybe you should go to Specsavers because you either can't read or write or have bad eye sight your self because he is the spit of that man in the photo.
If you've read his autobiographies which talk about his Dad you'll know what a miracle it is that the BBC managed to get a close up of him here, even for a second. Fascinating man.
Anthony Howell - Well, I think we can all sympathize with Mr. Fry. His son is VERY famous, so, if I was in Mr. Fry’s place, I would want to maintain my privacy too.
When a person cares enough about his self he gifts himself with proper language, carriage, manners, education, and kindness. It’s not class that tells, it’s the man himself. We lived humbly but raised to engage with the world, have confidence and make our own way. Rich people are only that, rich, and it will never be enough.
Love this. It makes a better world. The sneering and distaste for well-used language and manners is so weird. These were partly seen to be pretentious and indeed using these can be pretentious or intended to be dismissive but we can get past this
@@badgermatrix Your insult missed it's target in a spectacular way. Meanwhile Fry remains a pompous stuck up pedant and there is nothing you can do to change that fact. Have a nice day.❤❤💋💋
Frys used to have a chocolate factory in Keynsham just a few miles from Bristol until the 80's and when it was then sold to Cadburys. My Uncle worked there as a section/floor supervisor both for Frys and Cadbury
Wow, Stephen's house looks incredibly cozy! 😍 The perfect place to have night-long conversations or to just endlessly listen to the brilliant mind himself talking about all sorts of interesting stuff.
It’s refreshing to know that celebrities have the same ambiguity of their families and desire to learn the kind of people they were rather than how famous they were.
Lovely thanks Stephen! I have had a habit for some years now regarding photographs. I write all the information about the subject on the backs! Dates, location, names, and the occasion in particular. Wish my ancestors did the same!
happens in a lot of families, I've found. My father, his brother, and my grandfather all look like the same man at different stages of aging (with some minor differences brought on by lifestyle habits, etc. of course), to such a remarkable degree that they could work as stunt doubles of each other if they weren't all so far apart age-wise, and on my mother's side, my female cousins, my aunt, and my grandmother are all alike. Facebook keeps muddling them up in its auto-tag system, it's honestly quite funny. Some genes just come through strong, even after skipping a generation or two. Others are more yielding and end up mixing, and you get people who look totally different despite their shared heritage. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I happen to have a fairly droopy left eyelid. Upon first look, it's not immediately noticeable, but glasses off and closer inspection shows that it's a bit baggier, and therefore hangs a bit lower. We were unaware of why I had this eyelid, until my grandfather had passed in 2011. He had left Germany as a young child with his youngest brother and grandmother near the start of the Third Reich. We knew he'd left a family behind, but we didn't know he had photos of his family growing up. We found a photograph of his eldest brother in army garb -- as many of the young men were in Germany at the time -- and we all seemed to notice at once that his left eyelid hung down a bit further than the other. We at once took off glasses, began to look at each other -- we were cleaning up my grandfather's house, and were all there together -- but it appeared I was the only living family member present who had this drooping eyelid. Unless we've missed someone distant in the family -- or someone who had it surgically fixed -- my great-uncle Heine and I are the only two who have this drooping lid.
As fond as I am of Stephen Fry I'm always distracted by thoughts about what it must've been like to grow-up wealthy. Would he have realised it? Where does such wealth come from? What doors did it open or opportunities did it facilitate given that he didn't need to work 8-5 in a factory somewhere every day? What circles did he move in? What is it like to not have to worry about getting-by until the next pay cheque? I do like you, Stephen, but I think I'd have a more comfortable lunch with Alexi Sayle. :-)
yeah, Hungarian jews (even though his were from Nagysurany, now in Slovakia) were the most integrated and secular in Europe, and staunchly nationalistic. (Especially during ww1) It’s a national tragedy what the fascists did and blamed them for before WW2. Even the Hungarian regent and the PM tried to protect them from fascist deportation. But when a German army comes rolling in and takes away your government, there’s nout you can do. :/
Didn't buck the argument for 'quintessential' by doing the British thing of standing in the kitchen by the copper pans, looking mildly annoyed while thinking about what they were going to do next, chewing on a thin sliver of cheese
That's so English. Ignore the very English side and focus on the side not native to it, however distant, and focus on that, even though you are so, so English - never acknowledge it, or appreciate how wonderful the history and culture, past and present that being English is.
A part of UK culture and a man cultivated. Perfect, maybe he can teach a bit of intelligence to Israelians... Sorry about that but really this country is too dangerous now
Can't say the UK is moving in a direction that is necessarily advantageous to them. I thank the gods above that I grew up on the other side of the Channel...
