Frodo Baggins from Lord of the Rings reviews St Patrick’s Day

Gandalf! No, wait. You aren’t Gandalf. Oh well, would you mind helping me with this wooden box? I’m only a short-arse and that blasted Samwise is worried about getting a splinter. I tell you, ever since we walked into Mordor he’s become a right hypochondriac. Okay, just shove the box down there. Phew! That was heavy.

So then, Patrick’s Day. Not much to say really other than it’s a nice bit of time with the family and friends and the odd bit of drinking. Gandalf doesn’t come to the pub with us any more as the bouncers usually mistake him for a pervert; it’s the robe and the beard y’see. I told him he should try to learn that Jedi mind trick thing but he won’t listen. Pity really, as he was always good for getting the first round of drinks in.

Last year, Tom Bombadil almost started a fight in the taxi queue. He started hopping around, singing ‘Hey dol! Merry dol! Ring a dong dillo’ which somehow offended a fat bloke who was feasting on a battered sausage. We managed to calm it all down in the end, but we told Tom to stick to orange juice in future. To be honest Tom is a bit of a weirdo so I have stopped replying to his text messages. He lives out in the middle of nowhere and keeps repeating the same joke about his milk going bad by the time he walks back with it from the shop. It was funny at first, but jeez, he doesn’t shut up about it. I’m all for alternative lifestyles and stuff, just stop shoving it in my face, yeah?

For next year I made the suggestion that we get a BBQ and a fire going. With a few sausages and maybe even a paddling pool it would be great! Everyone else said it would probably be raining or something and that pissed me right off. How the bloody hell do they know? Can’t stand know-it-all smart arses who try to shoot down everything I say. I mean, I love a bit of Guinness and all but why not try something else? We could do the Pepsi Challenge maybe or just have some coffee instead. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I said this.

Lord of the Rings hobbit extra worried about being typecast

Bitter
22-year old Kevin Barner has lashed out at Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson for “Utterly ruining my life,” after “Casting me aside once I had finished playing my part of 13th hobbit on the left sitting at Table D.” The then 10-year old Kevin initially thought that he “had really hit the big time,” but has not heard from Peter Jackson since collecting his £73 appearance fee back in January 2001.

“I showed a lot of guts doing that part and I even threw in some improv to show them what I could do. If you look closely near the start of the film when the fireworks are going off, you can see that I raise a mug to my lips. You would never guess it but that part wasn’t even in the script, it was all my own work. I had a bellyache that day but the subtle belching was so well controlled that it just looks like part of what is happening in the scene. No-one else could have pulled that off so naturally.”

Pain

The neglect that Kevin has felt ever since appearing in the critically acclaimed multi-million pound grossing film has “Permeated every aspect of my life.” Even something as simple as “sitting at the back of the bus and minding my own business,” leaves him feeling stressed due to the fact that “Everyone is staring at me knowing that ten years ago I was sitting down in the exact same pose and pretending to be a hobbit.”

A recent summer BBQ was ruined because “The moment I sat down and picked up a drink a girl asked me if I wanted to take my shoes off and go for a paddle in the pool with her, clearly poking fun at the fact that hobbits go around bare foot all the time.” Kevin was so distraught that he “Stormed out in anger,” and almost screamed when someone asked where he was going as it was “Obviously a reference to the bit where Gandalf is shouting at the fire demon.”

“Still, I had the last laugh after stealing one of Legolas’ fake ears.”