
“Is this how Zoom works?” frowns Jon Ronson. “Zoom must be making so much money right now,” nods Louis Theroux, as the pair confab via the video call service for Theroux’s inaugural lockdown podcast, which sees him interview a different guest each week. It is such an excellent hour of story-swapping, with Ronson in upstate New York and Theroux in London.
Not friends, they’ve envied each other from afar, both having monetised the ability to be the British person who sits there looking simultaneously appalled and accepting while some gun nut says incoherent things. Amusingly, Theroux remembers balking at transporting burlap sacks for a cross burning with the Klu Klux Klan, and Ronson reminds us that David Icke thought Cherie Blair was a lizard but not Tony. Neither man boringly pretends to not be extremely successful. Theroux has his own section of BBC iPlayer for God’s sake, like Top Gear.