Today, they’re squirrelled in a small, uninteresting boardroom at Bafta’s headquarters in Piccadilly, bringing a riot of colour to the place by competing to make each other laugh as much as anybody else. They may not be particularly edgy (“Hey, I’ve got a bit of edge, I spoke about smokers on my last tour…” Beckett protests), but they’re definitely funny. In reality, Ranganathan, 45, and Beckett, 37 – two comics of such reliable ubiquity that, like Trident submarines of light entertainment, one or both of them is almost always circulating on British television or radio at any given time – are about as safe a booking as you can find. It’s one way to approach your first time hosting the television Bafta Awards, which the pair of them will do for the first time in a couple of weeks. “But it’s so much easier for me to get cancelled than you!” I’ll just go, ‘Rob, what’s your view on…’” Beckett whips his head round in protest. “I’m gonna try and get him cancelled,” Romesh Ranganathan says, nodding towards Rob Beckett.
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