Concealed in the cupboard.

EEEEEEEEEE. Oh, the Ryan/Colin thing can be a bit depressing. I mean, Ryan Stiles does make me laugh sometimes, and also (and possibly moreso) Colin Mochrie, who I think is probably better if you get him away from Ryan, but I do quite fail to understand how it came to be all about them when there are all those other patently brilliant people who properly make me fall over with laughing and don't simultaneously actively tick me off by looking grumpy in a less than great way. Oh well. I SHALL NOT SPEAK OF THEM AGAIN. I love so many other things about Whose Line, like all the things you said. I love Clive. I didn't say that properly. I love how he's a little bit rubbish and stumbling and awkward sometimes and people complain about the lack of slickness as though slickness is in any sense the point. I love watching the people on the chair and seeing who's laughing at what, and mostly I have to watch all the games twice before I feel I've covered the entire stage. I love Richard Vranch at the piano and Sandi who is joy and I can hardly even talk about how much I love Tony Slattery and Mike McShane because it's that's great. Oh. Also John Sessions, yes. I don't know what I mean by yes. I mean yes about how he's allowed to be a bit rubbish and I do think it's worth putting up with him a bit because sometimes he can be slightly brilliant and anyway there are other people. Paul McCartney is singing in my ear.

Don't read the wiki thing. It's all a bit painfully wrong.