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Published: 17:00 EDT, 28 July 2012 | Updated: 17:00 EDT, 28 July 2012
I don’t wish to raise unnecessary alarm, but there was a rather strange development at BBC1 last Monday as the continuity guy introduced the Absolutely Fabulous Olympic special.
Because these were his exact words: ‘Next tonight, comedy gold as Eddie and Patsy get into the Olympic spirit.’
My initial concern here was that the BBC appeared to have caught a nasty case of ‘reviewing our own show’ disease, which medical sources suggest was first brought into this country by a Mr S Cowell, of London. Half an hour later.
If this is to be the last we see of their grotesque creations they will never be able to say with any degree of honesty that they went out on a high
I had an even greater problem. Namely, how do I go about suing the national broadcaster for a flagrant breach of the Trades Descriptions Act?
Because this was not gold of any kind, least of all comedy. In fact, for the most part it wasn’t comedy of any kind, either.
Yes, there was the odd wry Olympics observation, although nothing that could touch the satirical majesty of BBC2’s brilliant Twenty Twelve.
And yes, there was a very clever sight gag when Patsy held up Eddie’s body contouring all-in-one.
But the rest of the jokes were so lame that on more than one occasion I swear I spotted Derek Redmond’s dad rushing up to help them over the line.
They saved the worst one – a real stinker about Clare Balding which I cannot even bring myself to commit to print here – until near the end. (Presumably the thinking was that they would get away with it because most people would have switched o by then.)
Of course, it is Jennifer Saunders and Joanna Lumley I feel most sorry for.
If this is to be the last we see of their grotesque creations they will never be able to say with any degree of honesty that they went out on a high.
In Olympic terms, they never even got near the podium.
At best it had the feel of a tired and uninspired end-of-the-run panto.
At worst it was like watching a low-rent drag act spewing out filth and innuendo in the vain hope of getting at least one laugh in a grotty East End pub.
Plus, it was in no way helped by the most irritatingly intrusive laughter track in history, which featured one spectacularly loud woman who sounded like a hyena on HRT being fed into a woodchipper.
On a more positive note, it will have provided a welcome boost to David Jason’s ego.
Because thanks to some of the physical comedy on show here, his performances in The Royal Bodyguard have now slipped to No 2 on this year’s Most Toe-Curling TV Slapstick chart.
David can also boast that the BBC didn’t hijack his show and fill it with sneaky and self-congratulatory plugs for their upcoming Jubilee coverage. Jennifer Saunders didn’t get o so lightly.
First Say (the criminally wasted Julia Sawalha) had a line about how much better the TV coverage of the Olympics is in Britain than in Africa.
Then Gran (the genuinely wonderful June Whitfield) gave the BBC another premature pat on the back with this closing thought: ‘I don’t understand why anyone would actually want to be there when they can watch it in comfort on the good old Auntie Beeb.’
Two words Gran. Garth. Crooks.
For what should I hate myself the most while watching Channel 4’s unmissable 24 Hours In A&E?
The fact that I always get sucked in to the cynical ‘Will they/ won’t they survive?’ narrative?
Or the fact that lately I’ve started having 50p side bets on the outcomes with my wife. I know, I know. I am so going to hell. But there’s good news too. I’m already up £3.50.
I must say I was a little shocked by reports that Channel 4 is planning to show footage of celebrities taking drugs live on television.
I thought the National TV Awards aftershow party was on ITV2.
Life is found on Albert Square
It was only fitting that Perry Fenwick was given the big honour of carrying the torch
Given that they’ve only just caught up with Euro 2012 fever, you could have been forgiven for expecting the EastEnders Olympic episode to drop sometime in late September.
But no. There it was in all its partially live glory a full four days before Friday’s opening ceremony.
And, presumably to add a sporting challenge to the evening’s proceedings, we were not told which bits were live and which bits were not.
Obviously any scenes that featured Jack Branning instantly went in the ‘not’ pile.
There was no way they were going to let Scott Maslen loose again after the last live episode, in which his performance stank worse than a tramp who’d been wrapped in clingfilm on the hottest day of the year.
Scott aside, I employed this fairly foolproof strategy: any scenes in which two or more extras were severely overacting went in the live pile.
Live or not though, it was all good fun. I even got misty-eyed thinking about the old days when EastEnders was quite often this well put together.
And it was only fitting that Perry Fenwick, the show’s second best actor behind June Brown, was given the big honour of carrying the torch.
I’m just surprised his character Billy Mitchell didn’t use it to set the Queen Vic ablaze. I mean, we must be due another fire.
And Louie, the also ran...
Poor old Louie Spence. But, hey, I bet the other two can't do the splits
Like a sad Goth peering in the window at a high school prom, ITV desperately wanted to be part of the Olympic action.
But you have to say using Dancing On Ice Goes Gold to celebrate a summer games was perhaps not the greatest start.
Still, there was some joy to be had when the judges were introduced: ‘Two-time Olympic gold medallist and four-time world champion Katarina Witt.’
‘Three-time world champion and Olympic gold medallist Robin Cousins.’
And, and, AND?
‘Our dance expert Louie Spence.’
Poor old Louie. But, hey, I bet the other two can’t do the splits.
I was intrigued by the following question at Rozina Ali’s very interesting BBC2 documentary The Truth About Looking Young: ‘Why do some people look older than they really are while others look younger?’
Dunno, Rozina. But I do find myself asking exactly the same question whenever I watch Loose Women.
A disappointing ending to C4’s Gordon Behind Bars where, despite Gordon Ramsay’s repeated hints at danger, the only things that got sliced at HMP Brixton were his lemon-based desserts.
Speaking of which, given that the lemon slices were made in a prison, surely they should carry the following warning: ‘This product was produced in an environment where nuts are present.’
The most intriguing-sounding chat show idea of the year has to be Sky’s new project On The Couch With Peter Crouch.
I just hope they aren’t planning something similar with ex-QPR defender Danny Shittu.***************************
Now, I’m not suggesting Channel 4 is becoming a little over-reliant on a certain programme.
But by my rough calculations they did broadcast 36 episodes of Come Dine With Me last week.
If they keep this up, I’ll actually be able to say Channel 4 shows more episodes of Come Dine With Me than I’ve had hot dinners.
Vice President Selina Meyer might not be top dog inside the White House. But man is she Top Bitch outside of it
When I reviewed the opening episode of Veep I said it was lacking the bite of its UK counterpart The Thick Of It.
I now realise the writers were just easing the American audience in gently.
Because the bile is now flowing as freely as subsidised wine in the House of Commons bar.
Vice President Selina Meyer might not be top dog inside the White House.
But man is she Top Bitch outside of it.
The secret's out
Big news at ITV1’s hidden gem, Britain’s Secret Treasures, where a viewer revealed they’d found a set of Victorian false teeth.
Sadly the owner of said dentures will remain a mystery. Well, unless Janet Street Porter calls in to claim them soon.
Elsewhere, the recently separated Myleene Klass proclaimed, ‘I hate the idea of anyone having ownership of someone else.’ (Ouch. Still a bit raw then.)
Michael Portillo wandered around wearing a single white glove – presumably in tribute to that other well-known antiques fan Michael Jackson.
And we were told Doggerland is the name given to the landmass that once connected Britain to Europe.
And not, as I’d previously assumed, the local nickname for a particularly dodgy area of Epping Forest
What do you think of it so far? Amazing
Amanda Holden's talents as a host? Amazing?
Head scratching time at ITV1’s Superstar as Andrew Lloyd Webber told Jesus wannabe Rory, ‘You’re a young Phil Collins.’
Not sure that’s such a good thing, Andrew. For a start, Jesus wasn’t in Genesis.
But if I could continue with the Phil Collins theme, I do worry that after this talent show flopped, the resulting arena tour might turn into a case of No Ticket Required.
For me the show died with Dawn French’s stubborn refusal to tell her favourite contestant, Roger, ‘You remind me of a young Lenny Henry.’
And its obituary wasn’t helped by Jason Donovan, 44, using the phrase ‘totes amazeballs’ live on national television.
As for Amanda Holden’s talents as a host, I can only offer this exchange from Tuesday and let you make up your own mind.
Contestant David: ‘It’s been an amazing experience.’
Amanda: ‘Has it been a good experience?’
David: ‘It’s been an amazing experience.’
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Those burning swans at the beginning of last Sunday’s series finale were a bit dark even by Wallander’s standards.
But the scene was still beautifully shot.
And I hope Kenneth Branagh and the BBC persuade each other to make at least one more series.Because at times this latest run was almost as good as the original Swedish version.
I know every man has the right to make his living in whichever way he sees fit. So why does a little part of me still die each time I see Stephen Fry’s Virgin Media advert?
It’s difficult to pinpoint what saddens me most about it. So let’s just go with the Karate Kid outfit for now.
According to early reports from this year’s The X Factor, it will feature a load of familiar faces who didn’t perform as well as they should have done on last year’s show.
In other news, Louis Walsh is a judge again this year.
Quote me on that
'Are you the sort of person who likes to try new things?’
Phillip Schofield to Olga Korbut at ‘Dancing On Ice Goes Gold’.
Woah, Pip. You might be a silver fox but keep that talk for the aftershow bar next time, eh?
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