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brobexx · 6 months
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Darkplace season 💀
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wisdomofwinter · 7 months
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If I had a nickel for every time Matt Berry appeared in fencing gear on tv, I’d have three nickels, but it’s weird that it’s happened thrice
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thechatster · 2 months
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Please tell me I’m not the only one that made this connection.
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egg-boy · 7 months
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welcome to my darkplace
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vertigoartgore · 2 months
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2004's Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace turn 20 today. Feel old yet ?
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14tev · 9 months
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theoneandonlywonton · 5 months
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And I quote... "Parts of Madeleine have been found under a car park in Milan" (mystery somewhat solved...?)
Amazing ep of Off Menu as always, worth listening to even if you aren't a Garth Marenghi fan but as one, it's great. Definitely need to read his books.
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badroyarts · 21 days
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If you know, you know.
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whamcitycomedy · 9 months
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they NEED to have a Garth Marenghi cameo in wwdits. why won’t anyone listen to me
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plasma-tree · 9 months
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the Tumblr Sexyman crowd really slept on Garth Marenghi and that's a fucking CRIME
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laszloslover · 1 year
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Matt Berry in Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace
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pseudoquack · 8 months
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Author, dreamweaver, visionary... plus actor.
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arbeaone · 2 years
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Coming in November in hardback, ebook and audio: three spine-shattering tales of fright from Garth Marenghi’s long-lost multi-volume epic: TerrorTome.
Source - https://twitter.com/MrHolness/status/1559831714582740993
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thrvrnd · 1 year
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Over a decade ago I made this cover and excerpt from a fake Garth Marenghi novel and I may never be more proud of something I've written. And now there's going to be a REAL (fake?) Garth Marenghi novel and if mine is not the first fanfic of it on ao3 I'll be disappointed in myself. Anyway. Here's an excerpt from "The Unalive" by Garth Marenghi.
“He’s dead,” Victoria said, LeGrange’s blood still wet on her fingers and somewhat unflattering dress. Martin was sure she’d never get those stains out, probably not even with a stain remover.
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Tagline: Can the living be ghosts? Yes, they can.
“He’s not dead,” Martin said as he stepped across the room, behind the plush leather sofa but in front of the stained-oak coffee table covered in LeGrange’s gore, then around the outdated formica-topped counter to stand next to Victoria. She was frozen to the spot, looking down in red-eyed horror at LeGrange’s prone body. He dropped the stub of his cigarette into the pooling blood where it sizzled and smelled of cigarettes and blood. “He’s unalive.”
“Doesn’t that mean he’s dead?” Victoria asked, weeping the salty tears of a financially dependent housewife into her bacon grease-spotted and now blood-spattered pinafore, and the blood wasn’t from the steaks she’d prepared for supper. Martin’s mother had had one just like it, but he couldn’t think of that now, his own mum’s unburied uncorpse, unalive in Stevenage.
“Looks like he’s sleeping to me,” Phillips murmured as he scratched at his weathered sailor’s beard sullenly from his place next to the pot plants that were literally marijuana as LeGrange had been an international hash exporter before settling into small engine repair. “He’s only knicked his thumb on a paring knife. Never was any good at peeling potatoes.”
Potatoes? Could that be the key to this whole bloody mystery? Could his mother’s latkes and LeGrange’s insatiable love for chips have been their undoing?
“I still think he’s dead,” Victoria said.
Martin hitched up his trousers one-handed, wishing not for the first time he hadn’t lost that arm in Belfast. “I know it’s difficult, Victoria, but your husband could be the key to this whole bloody mystery. Now leave off the waterworks, straighten your pinny, and pass me that potato. We’re frying up this traitorous tuber and seeing what evil lurks within its starchy depths. I hope you’ve got plenty of vinegar.”
“Yes, I’ve just opened a new bottle,” Victoria said.
“Good,” Martin replied, “good.”
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truckeeriverkiller · 2 years
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uzbekistanidenzel · 7 months
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One of best deliveries of any line in any piece of cinema or TV, ever.
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