<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:15:54.091Z</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='Shelley'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Superstars'/><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='Andrew Sachs'/><category term='University Challenge'/><category term='The Thick Of It'/><category term='Charlie Brooker'/><category term='I&apos;m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Some People Are On The Pitch'/><category term='In The Loop'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='BBC4'/><category term='David Vine'/><category term='Good Arrows'/><category term='Hywel Bennett'/><category term='Neighbours'/><category term='Georgina Baillie'/><category term='Reggie Perrin'/><category term='Dave'/><category term='Harry Hill&apos;s TV Burp'/><category term='Shooting Stars'/><category term='article #1'/><category term='Lee Mack'/><category term='Strictly Come Dancing'/><category term='Sid Waddell'/><category term='Attic Lights'/><category term='Martin Clunes'/><category term='Themologists'/><category term='James May'/><category term='Top Gear'/><category term='Morecambe and Wise'/><category term='TV List of Little or No Consequence'/><category term='Have I Got News For You'/><category term='ITV'/><category term='Peter Serafinowicz'/><category term='Victoria Coren'/><category term='Katy Brand'/><category term='John Cleese'/><category term='ITV1'/><category term='Jeremy Paxman'/><category term='Only Connect'/><category term='The Onion Bag'/><category term='Previews'/><category term='Countdown'/><category term='Not Going Out'/><category term='Russell Brand'/><category term='Stanley Baxter'/><category term='Oz And James Drink To Britain'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Five'/><category term='Tony Hatch'/><category term='Richard Hammond'/><category term='Dead Set'/><category term='Leonard Rossiter'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Laurie Johnson'/><category term='Simon Schama'/><category term='Minder'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='George Takei'/><category term='Armando Ianucci'/><category term='Darts'/><category term='Dennis Waterman'/><category term='Jeremy Clarkson'/><category term='BlackAdder'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Des O&apos;Connor'/><category term='John Sergeant'/><category term='Cheese Shop'/><category term='Oz Clarke'/><category term='advert'/><category term='Argumental'/><category term='Man Alive'/><category term='Torchwood'/><category term='Presenter'/><category term='Tony Hart'/><category term='Crossroads'/><category term='E4'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='sitcom'/><category term='Emmerdale'/><category term='Jonathan Ross'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='Krypton Factor'/><category term='BBC2'/><category term='Harry Hill'/><category term='Carol Vorderman'/><title type='text'>Some People Are On The Telly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-8474899291500334566</id><published>2009-07-13T15:54:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:35:35.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torchwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><title type='text'>Torchwood: Children Of Earth - Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SltPenF_D0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/lQeKKsp_OVo/s1600-h/day_five_gallery_286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SltPenF_D0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/lQeKKsp_OVo/s320/day_five_gallery_286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963568996093762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the entire population of the World's children stop and in unison chant "we are coming... we are coming" &lt;b&gt;Ianto Jones&lt;/b&gt; (Gareth David-Lloyd), on the run from the Government who are trying to kill him, looks on as a frantic mother desperately tries to free her child from its trance. When the chanting stops, Ianto approaches her, arms outstretched and asks her if she is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback by this stranger's concern and fear for the welfare of her daughter, the mother snatches her and tells Ianto to "Piss off you perv". This brief moment amongst the special effects, drama, tension, excitement and tragedy of &lt;b&gt;Torchwood: Children Of Earth &lt;/b&gt;strikes at the heart of a story which is about our relationship and obsession with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We perceive see children as innocents and under our collective protection. Unfortunately, in recent years we've also been forced to come to terms with the reality that, in some people's eyes, children are not special or precious or sacrosanct. Despite, all the press hysteria, panics, neighborhood riots, hatred and vilification of paedophiles and child abusers,  sexual abuse and cruelty to children still takes place, often behind a veil of secrecy constructed by institutions and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the UK, we have become much more uptight about the presence of adults who aren't parents among children, fearing that they may want to take their child away or that they are thinking evil and perverse thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In David Goldblatt's book "The Ball Is Round", a history of Football, there is this fantastic picture taken before the War of a crowded football terrace of men passing a child of no more then ten years over their heads to the bottom of the terrace so the young fella can watch the game. The idea of such a thing occurring today is unthinkable because we are too scared of leaving children in other's care, not because their are more abusers and paedophiles around, but because we are more aware of their existence or more willing to talk about them than we were back then, even if this discourse does take place in the form of tabloid headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is right that we do this? Perhaps, after generations of refusing to discuss these matters openly, we are now paying a price for our collective complicity by being unable to interact with children without being family or passing a background check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet despite our paranoia and suspision, over 4 million children in the UK live in poverty. As &lt;i&gt;The 365&lt;/i&gt; pointed out to &lt;b&gt;Jack Harkness&lt;/b&gt; (John Barrowman) from behind its frosted glass, millions of children die from preventable causes every year but when it comes to surrendering 10 percent of the child's population, humanity suddenly becomes defiant. As though the act of surrender was more important than the fate of the children. When &lt;b&gt;John Frobisher&lt;/b&gt; (Tony Capaldi) is told that he must give up his own children, he would sooner kill them, along with their mother and himself than hand them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its not as simple as that, but &lt;b&gt;Torchwood: Children Of Earth&lt;/b&gt; exposes an uncomfortable hypocrisy in our culture. &lt;i&gt;Our &lt;/i&gt;kids are special and anyone who tries to interfere with them should be killed or castrated or both. But &lt;i&gt;those &lt;/i&gt;kids on the other hand are a nuisance. They don't want to learn, they disrespect their elders and they're looking for trouble. And when it comes to the crunch, they are expendable. At no point during the British Cabinet's grotesque deliberations over whose children were to be sacrificed did the writers include the possibility that the human race may choose extinction rather than to give up their young. Perhaps it didn't occur to them or perhaps they felt it was unrealistic. Alien abduction is easy for a TV audience to swallow but self sacrifice is too hard a sell, even for Russell T Davies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbol of hope of course is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Cooper&lt;/span&gt; (Eve Myles) and her unborn child. Plus Ianto's family who fight to defend their children and their community's children from the British Army. The story's climax of a mother's heartbreak and the exploitation of a child bring the programme's sub text to the fore and surely draws the  &lt;b&gt;Torchwood &lt;/b&gt;series to a close. It does so having made a significant contribution to television drama and British Science Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If this review hasn't given too much away and you live in the UK. All Five episodes of Torchwood: Childen Of Earth are still available on &lt;a title="BBC's iPlayer" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00ln5cv" id="i_tu"&gt;BBC's iPlayer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.bbc.co.uk/emp/external/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ebbc%2Eco%2Euk%2Ftorchwood%2Fmedia%2Femp%2Fplaylists%2Ftwcoe%5Fbbc%5Fone%5Fteaser%5F250609%2Exml&amp;amp;config_settings_skin=silver&amp;amp;config_settings_showFooter=true&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/emp/external/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ebbc%2Eco%2Euk%2Ftorchwood%2Fmedia%2Femp%2Fplaylists%2Ftwcoe%5Fbbc%5Fone%5Fteaser%5F250609%2Exml&amp;amp;config_settings_skin=silver&amp;amp;config_settings_showFooter=true&amp;amp;" width="512" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-8474899291500334566?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/8474899291500334566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=8474899291500334566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8474899291500334566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8474899291500334566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/07/torchwood-children-of-earth-review.html' title='Torchwood: Children Of Earth - Review'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SltPenF_D0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/lQeKKsp_OVo/s72-c/day_five_gallery_286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-8731236781156692188</id><published>2009-06-19T14:13:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:39:18.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hywel Bennett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelley'/><title type='text'>Shelley: The likeable layabout</title><content type='html'>Fran is standing at the bottom of her stairs. “Shelley!” she calls up to her husband, and the fourth series of the BAFTA-nominated ITV sitcom begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuSVprgiBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/YZCLHBiAZu0/s1600-h/shelley-pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuSVprgiBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/YZCLHBiAZu0/s320/shelley-pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349029883095844882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James Shelley ambles down the stairs in his pyjamas and joins his wife for a cup of tea at the kitchen table. Shelley’s a work-shy layabout, but clever with it. Despite his sporadic dalliances with full-time employment, we join him two years on from the first series (originally broadcast in 1979) seemingly still as lazy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is James Shelley is enjoying his last day on the dole before starting a new job with the Foreign Office. He and Fran now have a daughter, baby Emma, and with a mortgage to pay the chance to hold down a permanent job couldn’t have come at a better time. Yet as viewers of &lt;em&gt;Shelley&lt;/em&gt; were already aware after three series, the Life of Riley was never far around the corner for our eponymous hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shelley&lt;/em&gt; has often been referred to as a quiet comedy, distanced somewhat from the faster pace of today’s sitcoms, but therein lies its appeal. The main focus is on Shelley himself, played brilliantly by Hywel Bennett (&lt;em&gt;Pennies From Heaven, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, Eastenders&lt;/em&gt;), and the frivolous thoughts bouncing around inside his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuS9cOMseI/AAAAAAAAC40/zH5omc3pIfA/s1600-h/shelley-pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuS9cOMseI/AAAAAAAAC40/zH5omc3pIfA/s320/shelley-pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349030566678016482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the audience, we are given time to work out what it is that makes Shelley so happy, apart from his wife Fran (played by Belinda Sinclair) and in this series, their young daughter. Being able to loaf around and watch the world go by are undoubtedly high on his list, but coming a close second would be the opportunity to occasionally play mind games with people he sees as less intelligent than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for him, those opportunities come along frequently whenever his ex-landlady Edna Hawkins (Josephine Tewson) pops by to pay him and his wife a visit. Mrs. H, as she’s known, is a nosy parker with a heart of gold but sadly isn’t the sharpest tool in the box. Though she’s worked out Shelley as being the bone idle slacker he obviously is, she often falls unwittingly for the flights of fancy he regularly reels off to brighten his otherwise dull day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not just Mrs. H that feels the full force of Shelley’s sarcasm and vibrant imagination. More or less everyone he bumps fails to match his lofty insight on matters of pith and moment. Most memorably, it’s his run-ins with the staff at the Social Security Office that provide the most spiky exchanges, both sides reserving as much vitriol for each other as they can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Series 4, however, Shelley finds himself with a lot on his plate. Fatherhood quickly proves that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, there are bills to be paid and worse still the whole planet is walking a nuclear tightrope thanks to Reagan and Brezhnev not seeing eye to eye. Will Shelley cope? Is he capable of taking on so much responsibility at such a young age? The answer, of course, is yes – albeit on his own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuTJUrtjdI/AAAAAAAAC48/oqSIN14D3Uc/s1600-h/shelley-pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuTJUrtjdI/AAAAAAAAC48/oqSIN14D3Uc/s320/shelley-pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349030770812751314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelley’s journey through life is always a joy to watch, thanks largely to the writing of people like Bernard McKenna, Andy Hamilton and Guy Jenkin, not to mention the acting of such a small but talented cast. At times the level of cynicism and acid wit delivered by the lead character are so well-honed that it's hard not to compare him with Basil Fawlty, and that's a high accolade indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some point all too easily at the lack of decent ITV sitcoms down the years, &lt;em&gt;Shelley&lt;/em&gt; is invariably overlooked – unfairly so in many ways. Peter Tilbury’s creation graced our screens until 1992 and rarely showed a drop in standards throughout the entire thirteen years of its life, which begs the question “Why have none of the satellite channels snapped it up before now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short of finding the answer, we should perhaps be grateful that we can at least rediscover this forgotten gem on DVD, and for my money it’s well worth hunting down. Shelley is without question an excellent comedy series and deserves every bit of the popularity it gained almost thirty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuReLUB0wI/AAAAAAAAC4k/2JDDnmo9f_k/s1600-h/shelley-4-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuReLUB0wI/AAAAAAAAC4k/2JDDnmo9f_k/s200/shelley-4-dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349028930051494658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shelley (Series 4) is available to buy from Network DVD from Monday 22 June 2009, priced £10.75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.networkdvd.net/product_info.php?products_id=900"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;www.networkdvd.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Photos courtesy of Network DVD.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-8731236781156692188?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/8731236781156692188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=8731236781156692188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8731236781156692188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8731236781156692188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/06/shelley-likeable-layabout.html' title='Shelley: The likeable layabout'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SjuSVprgiBI/AAAAAAAAC4s/YZCLHBiAZu0/s72-c/shelley-pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-571162501844615867</id><published>2009-06-09T09:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:23:38.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Cleese'/><title type='text'>Commercial Break: John Cleese</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a09ee679828956c/4a2e1b864902674d/4a1f9a82271aedce/cd5b9e28/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-571162501844615867?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/571162501844615867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=571162501844615867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/571162501844615867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/571162501844615867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/06/john-cleese-is-watching-you.html' title='Commercial Break: John Cleese'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-8146249226472104786</id><published>2009-05-07T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:17:40.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presenter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have I Got News For You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV List of Little or No Consequence'/><title type='text'>The TV List of Little or No Consequence #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replacing Deayton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 People That Have Presented 'Have I Got News For You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SgMJh6RWWQI/AAAAAAAACso/-bRliRimKG8/s1600-h/forsyth-hignfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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Tom Baker&lt;br /&gt;2. Fern Britton&lt;br /&gt;3. Charlotte Church&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeremy Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;5. Joan Collins&lt;br /&gt;6. Ronnie Corbett&lt;br /&gt;7. Bruce Forsyth&lt;br /&gt;8. Boris Johnson&lt;br /&gt;9. Des Lynam&lt;br /&gt;10. Sir Trevor McDonald&lt;br /&gt;11. Paul Merton&lt;br /&gt;12. Moira Stuart&lt;br /&gt;13. Chris Tarrant&lt;br /&gt;14. Ann Widdecombe MP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PHOTO: BBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-8146249226472104786?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/8146249226472104786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=8146249226472104786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8146249226472104786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8146249226472104786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/05/tv-list-of-little-or-no-consequence-4.html' title='The TV List of Little or No Consequence #4'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SgMJh6RWWQI/AAAAAAAACso/-bRliRimKG8/s72-c/forsyth-hignfy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-6437349051896164733</id><published>2009-05-01T22:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:02:26.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Rossiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reggie Perrin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Clunes'/><title type='text'>Reinventing Reggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SftwHqWMrGI/AAAAAAAACqg/zcz0oGrt4dA/s1600-h/reggie_perrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SftwHqWMrGI/AAAAAAAACqg/zcz0oGrt4dA/s320/reggie_perrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330977860851903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time (back in the late 1970's to be precise) there was a popular sitcom called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin&lt;/span&gt;. It featured Leonard Rossiter as a man gradually approaching a mid-life crisis fuelled by the ever-mounting irritations and frustrations of life. Running to three series, it was a huge hit with British TV audiences and now it's back, refreshed and recreated for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode of the new series - simply titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reggie Perrin&lt;/span&gt; - was shown last week and starred Martin Clunes in the title role. From what I've seen so far, it's a reasonable attempt to breathe some new life into an old comedy show, and that's not at all easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On occasions such as this when a classic show is practically re-written from scratch, the final product is often met with derision and negativity. That's because all the while you're watching the new version, your mind is picking up on the similarities to the old one instead of enjoying the programme itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural, after all it's the duty of the programme makers to give at least a slight nod in the direction of the original through visual or audible cues. That's certainly the case with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reggie Perrin&lt;/span&gt; right from the moment the remixed, reorchestrated version of the old theme tune is heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some subtle and not-so-subtle references to the old show (the 2009 version sees Reggie working for the company next door to Sunshine Desserts and his boss is 'Chris Jackson' rather than 'CJ') but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reggie Perrin&lt;/span&gt; never comes across as a direct like-for-like updating of the original scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SftwXwHodEI/AAAAAAAACqo/oBQEu-8bSbA/s1600-h/reginald-perrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SftwXwHodEI/AAAAAAAACqo/oBQEu-8bSbA/s320/reginald-perrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330978137279329346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those original scripts were written by David Nobbs and this time he's joined forces with Simon Nye (Men Behaving Badly) to rework the stories seen back in the 1970's complete with modern-day references and an altogether different actor playing Perrin himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it seems the choice of Martin Clunes as counterpoint to Rossiter is an inspired one. He appears more than competent at conveying the annoyance which prompts Perrin to react so irrationally. While Rossiter played the role as an at times frantic and neurotic man, Clunes' character is calmer and more likable while being considerably more sarcastic, which is just as valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having not yet seen the latter programmes in this new six-part series, one cannot comment on how Perrin's complete nervous breakdown is dealt with by Clunes but the signs so far suggest he'll make a very good job of it. What may not be as enjoyable to witness is the overreaction of the audience (presumably due to a laughter track) heard during Episode 1 last week. We can only hope the BBC adopt a more subtle approach to conveying the comedic qualities of the show in subsequent episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, then, this experiment in repackaging a once greatly admired programme may well prove to be a success itself, albeit not on the scale seen thirty years ago. There is, however, much to like and the relevance of Perrin's irritation with the world around him continues to this day. If you're looking for office chairs that make flatulent noises and stock footage of waddling hippopotami though, you're probably best off sticking with the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reggie Perrin&lt;/span&gt; can be seen every Friday on BBC1 at 9.30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PHOTOS: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-6437349051896164733?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/6437349051896164733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=6437349051896164733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6437349051896164733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6437349051896164733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/05/reinventing-reggie.html' title='Reinventing Reggie'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SftwHqWMrGI/AAAAAAAACqg/zcz0oGrt4dA/s72-c/reggie_perrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-7469850125337739362</id><published>2009-04-23T15:27:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:48:09.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Mack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Going Out'/><title type='text'>Going out on a high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SfB9KzsRQBI/AAAAAAAACow/CjC2_hguCu4/s1600-h/not-going-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SfB9KzsRQBI/AAAAAAAACow/CjC2_hguCu4/s320/not-going-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327895983807348754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a world where the TV sitcom had become all 'sit' and no 'com', it was gratifying to see that someone (the BBC, naturally) could still unearth a truly great exception. In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt;, the Great British public were treated to a hilarious and brilliantly written show that packed more laughs into a half-hour than some comedies can muster in an entire series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; will soon be no more. The BBC have, in their wisdom, decided to axe the programme claiming that the 'show had run its course of late' but myself and many others disagree. Such is the following of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; that an &lt;a href="http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/bring-back-not-going-out.html"&gt;online petition&lt;/a&gt; has been created which has so far been signed by nearly 1,600 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that sets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; apart from other sitcoms?  Well to a considerable extent, it's written by an exemplary stand-up comedian who happens to be the show's main star, Lee Mack. What he brings to the scripts is an eagerness to pack in as many jokes and funny lines as possible within the framework of the plot during every half hour story. That he actually achieves this so successfully while slowly building up your familiarity with each of the characters is nothing short of a minor miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mack is not the only writer on the show. &lt;a href="http://www.wherediditallgoright.com/index2.html"&gt;Andrew Collins&lt;/a&gt; and Peter Tilbury are also major contributors to the programme, helping to provide extra punch to some brilliantly funny dialogue. The humour can be found in many a snappy one-liner, in double entendres and in a raft of clever set pieces involving wonderful word play. Here's one example featuring two kids playing Trick or Treat at the flat of lead character Lee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;KID #2: Trick or treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LEE: Get off me doorstep - we're not in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;KID #2: There's nothing wrong with adopting a bit of American culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LEE: Alright... get off me doorstep or I'll shoot ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or another featuring a downright silly but nonetheless clever bit of schtik:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LEE: What are you doing looking in my wardrobe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LUCY: That's none of your business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LEE: No no, that's NARNIA business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and they're just two of the funny snippets of dialogue that come at you machine-gun style during every episode. Looking around at the comments written by members of the public on TV forum sites, it's amazing to see how some people initially bemoaned the fact that there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt; jokes in each episode. Having now seen three superb series on BBC1, those same fans of the show must surely be relishing this all-too-rare attribute as something to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SfB-4AI3QlI/AAAAAAAACo4/9OIElixtrKY/s1600-h/not-going-out2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SfB-4AI3QlI/AAAAAAAACo4/9OIElixtrKY/s320/not-going-out2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327897859754246738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my money, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; looked like it may reach an early end when Mack's American co-star from series 1, Megan Dodds, was replaced by English actress Sally Bretton in series 2. Somehow Bretton's abrupt character Lucy didn't seem as endearing or cutesy as Dodds' Kate, yet by the end of series 3 my discontent had been mollified as the comedy continued to meet the high standards it had set previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which makes it such a shame to think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; won't be back for a fourth series. Though the BBC are yet to broadcast one last episode this Christmas, the apparent ease with which it's seen fit to pull the plug on the programme has left a bitter taste in the mouth of all those who enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as many fans have already said on the web, there's still the hope that another channel will take up the baton and produce the show instead, but whether that happens remains a mystery. For the time being, I, along with millions of others will be keeping my fingers crossed that it does. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Going Out&lt;/span&gt; is an absolute gem and deserves the chance to thrill audiences for many years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-7469850125337739362?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/7469850125337739362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=7469850125337739362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7469850125337739362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7469850125337739362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-out-on-high.html' title='Going out on a high'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SfB9KzsRQBI/AAAAAAAACow/CjC2_hguCu4/s72-c/not-going-out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-3136165972305253969</id><published>2009-04-13T23:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:56:36.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armando Ianucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Thick Of It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The Loop'/><title type='text'>Film Review: In The Loop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SePB5VC0acI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MYyrvc74gHM/s1600-h/in-the-loop-clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SePB5VC0acI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MYyrvc74gHM/s400/in-the-loop-clip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324312375127730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tradition of movies made from UK TV sitcoms is long and inglorious. Off the top of the head, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's Army&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You Being Served&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bless This House&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On The Buses&lt;/span&gt; never really successfully crossed the bridge from cathode to celluloid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Thick Of It&lt;/span&gt; however, is more than your average half hour sitcom. It is a much more intense, thoughtful and I'm bound to say intelligent proposition altogether. The story line in Armando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ianucci's&lt;/span&gt; political satire has matured over its two series and when a cinematic release of the project was announce, there were very few doubts that it would be able to adapt to the big screen. It has the scope, the depth of story and lest we forget, it has Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Capaldi&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm Tucker&lt;/span&gt;, the magnificent, fearsome, Machiavellian spin doctor from the deepest most fettered bowels of Satan's imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The Loop&lt;/span&gt; represents the next stage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ianucci's&lt;/span&gt; adventure in political satire. The story centres around the machinations of the hawks in the US state department who are trying to instigate a war in the middle east while fending off the doves within their own ranks who are trying to stop them. In the middle of it all is the diminutive, in both stature and presence, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon Foster&lt;/span&gt; (Tom Hollander), Minister of International Development for Her Majesty's Government who unwittingly turns both hawk and dove thanks to a succession of poorly managed meetings and press briefings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster and his new advisor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toby &lt;/span&gt;played by Chris Addison (who played Ollie in the TV series) is sent to Washington at the request of the State Department and finds himself the poster boy for both camps. James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gandolfini&lt;/span&gt; plays, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Miller&lt;/span&gt; who thinks war is something that the US military can barely afford. Opposite him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linton &lt;/span&gt;played by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rache&lt;/span&gt;. A psychotic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rumsfeld&lt;/span&gt; type figure who is prepared to break any rule and plunge any depths to start a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Tucker joins the fray as all parties squabble, scheme, deal and no-deal around a single report that undermines the case for war and the evidence supporting conflict from the mysterious and possibly fabricated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iceman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In places the film tends to suffer from its grander ambition. Most of the action takes place in true Whitehall farce fashion with people running in and out of offices and buildings. However, at times, you felt the film was restricted by this format and there was a bigger movie trying to break out. With some Hollywood funding, this film could have been a modern day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Strangelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these are only minor issues against what is a triumph for British comedy and political satire. The film features performances of immense stature and gravitas: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gandolfini&lt;/span&gt; as the lapsed Patton figure, devoted to his country but baffled by the way it does business; Tucker as the foul mouthed agent of Number 10. A cocaine charged genetically engineered ferret rampaging through the corridors of power on both sides of the Pond causing mayhem wherever he goes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rache&lt;/span&gt;, is superb as the evangelical warmongering nutcase (fans of the 80's Dirty Harry spoof &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sledge Hammer&lt;/span&gt; will particularly enjoy his performance). The exchanges between the him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Capaldi&lt;/span&gt; represent the highlight of a raft of magnificent set pieces in the film which are toe curling, foul mouthed, politically incorrect, appallingly cynical and very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film also features a glorious cameo by &lt;span&gt;Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Coogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who plays a constituency member who's complaint about a collapsing brick wall threatens to not only bring down his mother's greenhouse but an entire Government department. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ianucci's&lt;/span&gt; instinctive understanding of the political process and how anything can be linked to everything if you are skilled, clever and devious enough that allow him to construct a story that is both unexpected yet inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Loop is released in cinemas April 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQrqMkCuHqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQrqMkCuHqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-3136165972305253969?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/3136165972305253969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=3136165972305253969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/3136165972305253969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/3136165972305253969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/04/film-review-in-loop.html' title='Film Review: In The Loop'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SePB5VC0acI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MYyrvc74gHM/s72-c/in-the-loop-clip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1937973589332771748</id><published>2009-01-26T21:59:00.019Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:47:02.888Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Brand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Arrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previews'/><title type='text'>'Give Me Darts Or Give Me Death': Good Arrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX93iCrz9NI/AAAAAAAACOo/Q54nZPwnwqs/s1600-h/goodarrows-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296083113530881234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX93iCrz9NI/AAAAAAAACOo/Q54nZPwnwqs/s320/goodarrows-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always thought that buried deep inside ITV4, beneath the endless repeats of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Professionals&lt;/span&gt; and CCTV porn, was a decent channel trying to get out. If &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good Arrows&lt;/span&gt; is a measure of their commissioning policy then I might just be proved right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irvine Welsh's directorial debut is a one-off satirical mockumentary set in Merthyr about a former Darts world champion and self-styled 'Beckham of Darts,' Andy 'The Arrows' Sampson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX930nQU8JI/AAAAAAAACOw/DrRErVxmvv4/s1600-h/goodarrows-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296083432585359506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX930nQU8JI/AAAAAAAACOw/DrRErVxmvv4/s320/goodarrows-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After winning the title, Andy (Jonathan Owen) naive, ignorant, inarticulate but probably good-hearted, is tempted away from his manager and wife by the buxom 'Big Sheila' (Katy Brand). The story is told from the standpoint of Sebastian (Joe McKinney), a documentary maker who follows them around with a camera crew. Sampson has literally grown fat off his reputation and makes a living playing exhibition tournaments in empty working men's clubs while his spiteful, shell suited, racist wife spends money he doesn't have and goes off with other guys. Inevitably, disaster strikes and with echoes of real life former champion Andy Fordham, Sampson suffers a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story unfolds however, it becomes less about the darts and more about social decay, drugs, exploitation and poverty. These are the sort of themes you'd associate with Welsh's work. Merthyr Tydfil provides an excellent backdrop for this and the film-makers do a reasonably good job of conveying the urban bleakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX94I44J0rI/AAAAAAAACO4/G_JZTA0I-2w/s1600-h/goodarrows-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296083780913189554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX94I44J0rI/AAAAAAAACO4/G_JZTA0I-2w/s320/goodarrows-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, you could be forgiven for thinking you were watching &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That Peter Kay Thing&lt;/span&gt;. The characters have the same toe-curling ignorance that leaves you guffawing at their stupidity or watching them through a pillow depending on what you find funny. At other times you could be watching &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shameless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances of McKinney as the Louis Theroux wannabe Sebastian and Owen as Sampson are decent enough. Brian Hibbard's turn as Alwyn, the one-eyed stoner and Sampson's jilted ex-manager who deals in human effluence is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX94YJr3TbI/AAAAAAAACPA/3DGh_9wbFsI/s1600-h/goodarrows-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296084043123084722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX94YJr3TbI/AAAAAAAACPA/3DGh_9wbFsI/s320/goodarrows-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Brand, however, who excels. She seems to revel in the role of the vile temptress 'Big Sheila'. This really is her vehicle and while not a great fan of her work she is clearly a very good comic actress who is capable of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Good Arrows is perhaps a shade too derivative, the satirical dimension makes it a worthy piece, however at 90 minutes it doesn't have enough depth to justify its duration. Saying that, Welsh and co-writer Dean Cavanagh use the time to create an array of deliciously filthy characters and the dialogue measures up to the standard set by the writers. One word of warning though - the flashback to Sampson's world championship winning moment is atrocious, a measure no doubt of the film's meagre budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Good Arrows&lt;/span&gt; will be screened on Saturday 31st January at 11:00pm on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tvg_channel" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ITV 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-1937973589332771748?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/1937973589332771748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=1937973589332771748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1937973589332771748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1937973589332771748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-darts-or-give-me-death-good.html' title='&apos;Give Me Darts Or Give Me Death&apos;: Good Arrows'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SX93iCrz9NI/AAAAAAAACOo/Q54nZPwnwqs/s72-c/goodarrows-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-5170285241975273020</id><published>2009-01-25T15:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:19:07.916Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV List of Little or No Consequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minder'/><title type='text'>The TV List of Little or No Consequence #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is your lobster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 Episode Names From The Sitcom 'Minder' That Spoofed Well-Known Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SXyQxOXx_pI/AAAAAAAACOg/TM_DCVGKbiA/s1600-h/minder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SXyQxOXx_pI/AAAAAAAACOg/TM_DCVGKbiA/s320/minder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266437226692242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Gunfight at the O.K. Laundrette&lt;br /&gt;2. Monday Night Fever&lt;br /&gt;3. National Pelmet&lt;br /&gt;4. The Beer Hunter&lt;br /&gt;5. The Birdman of Wormwood Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;6. Rocky Eight and a Half&lt;br /&gt;7. Senior Citizen Caine&lt;br /&gt;8. High Drains Pilferer&lt;br /&gt;9. A Star is Gorn&lt;br /&gt;10. Hypnotising Rita&lt;br /&gt;11. From Fulham With Love&lt;br /&gt;12. Minder on the Orient Express&lt;br /&gt;13. An Officer and a Car Salesman&lt;br /&gt;14. Day of Fines and Closures&lt;br /&gt;15. Fiddler on the Hoof&lt;br /&gt;16. The Wrong Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;17. The Loneliness of the Long Distance Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;18. Guess Who's Coming to Pinner?&lt;br /&gt;19. The Last Temptation of Daley&lt;br /&gt;20. The Greatest Show in Willesden&lt;br /&gt;21. The Odds Couple&lt;br /&gt;22. The Coach That Came in from the Cold&lt;br /&gt;23. Uneasy Rider&lt;br /&gt;24. Gone with the Winchester&lt;br /&gt;25. A Taste of Money&lt;br /&gt;26. A Fridge Too Far&lt;br /&gt;27. One Flew over the Parents' Nest&lt;br /&gt;28. All Quiet on the West End Front&lt;br /&gt;29. On the Autofront&lt;br /&gt;30. Bring Me the Head of Arthur Daley&lt;br /&gt;31. The Long Good Thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-5170285241975273020?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/5170285241975273020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=5170285241975273020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5170285241975273020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5170285241975273020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-list-of-little-or-no-consequence-3.html' title='The TV List of Little or No Consequence #3'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SXyQxOXx_pI/AAAAAAAACOg/TM_DCVGKbiA/s72-c/minder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-9062377703516480697</id><published>2009-01-24T00:08:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:31:17.410Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attic Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Waterman'/><title type='text'>New Minder theme tune</title><content type='html'>There is a moderate amount of interest in Five's new series of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minder &lt;/span&gt;which starts next month. No doubt there will be a degree of speculation surrounding the theme tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, or for the sake of indulgence delete where applicable, the following is a clip of the original theme lavishly reproduced by some geezer off Youtube (presumably its a geezer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hEZwqmnB9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hEZwqmnB9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment Five announced their intentions to bring this venerable broadcasting institution back to our screens,  the question of what to do about the theme tune has been a vexed one, with us at least. They decided to commission an updated version performed by &lt;a href="http://www.atticlights.co.uk/home"&gt;Attic Lights&lt;/a&gt;. Which we have embedded below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the show itself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAOTT &lt;/span&gt;has yet to see it and will wait with trepidation as we see Shane Richie follow in the prodigiously gregarious footsteps of the legend that is George Cole. All we can say is, we hope they know what they're doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="vxFlashPlayer1695" width="320" height="276"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/flashembed/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noScale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="windowed"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vxTemplate=http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/Miniplayer.swf&amp;amp;vxSiteId=24ba6faf-abcb-4b02-b4e4-2eefaf6918b1&amp;amp;vxChannel=Atticlights Music Videos&amp;amp;vxClipId=2188_00602517980914_GBUV70900001&amp;amp;vxClickToPlay=clip&amp;amp;vxTint=&amp;amp;vxServerBase=&amp;amp;vxBitrate=300&amp;amp;vxCore=http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/vxCore.swf&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/flashembed/" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" scale="noScale" wmode="windowed" flashvars="vxTemplate=http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/Miniplayer.swf&amp;amp;vxSiteId=24ba6faf-abcb-4b02-b4e4-2eefaf6918b1&amp;amp;vxChannel=Atticlights Music Videos&amp;amp;vxClipId=2188_00602517980914_GBUV70900001&amp;amp;vxClickToPlay=clip&amp;amp;vxTint=&amp;amp;vxServerBase=&amp;amp;vxBitrate=300&amp;amp;vxCore=http://publish.vx.roo.com/umukisland/atticlightsmini/vxCore.swf&amp;amp;" width="320" height="276"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Minder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starts on Wednesday 4th February at 9pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-9062377703516480697?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/9062377703516480697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=9062377703516480697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/9062377703516480697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/9062377703516480697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-minder-theme-tune.html' title='New Minder theme tune'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-5283279338268641568</id><published>2009-01-19T09:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:56:43.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Hart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Tony Hart (1925 - 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5GcNTDH9qs/SXRKlLL5JNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/O63NhVf8pC4/s1600-h/hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5GcNTDH9qs/SXRKlLL5JNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/O63NhVf8pC4/s200/hart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292937464585462994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a time when presenters on children's television were all demonstrably adults. Nowadays, children are plucked straight from truanting down Shepherds Bush market, given an even worse haircut and some achingly trendy t-shirt, and stuck in front of TV cameras. The programmes they present treat children like idiots because the people who present them are idiots, and the overall effect is of one great morass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not always thus, which brings us on to Tony Hart. In the glorious days before society in general and TV companies in particular decided to make a virtue of being stupid and useless, Tony Hart presented a series of long-running art shows for children on the BBC. In fact, his career spanned much further back than I thought it did, a testament to the fact that he never came across as being "that old bloke on the telly". Enthusiastic and encouraging without being patronising, adroit and authoritative without ever being patrician or preachy, Hart bestrode arts programming for children for thirty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, of course, he began to look like an anachronism as the schedules around him filled up with identikit presenters a quarter of his age, whose entire personality was contained within their wardrobe. His last programme - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hart Beat&lt;/span&gt; - was cancelled to make way for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMart&lt;/span&gt;, a programme with no ostensible differences in format to its forbear - and, indeed, that Hart himself contributed to in part until 2001 - other than the fact the presenters now boasted the combined artistic talent of a shoe. But this was the brave new world of the 1990s, where being more or less incapable of the thing you were supposed to be able to do was the new trend, and no-one noticed. Meanwhile, on ITV, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Attack&lt;/span&gt; was breezy, colourful and full of invention, but it was never able to strike the same blend of enthusiasm and ability as any of Hart's groundbreaking shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Hart made the news last autumn, revealing that after a series of strokes, he had lost the necessary control in his hands to draw any more. In an article in The Times, however, he refused to gripe on in oh-woe-is-me fashion, choosing to use the forum to get people excited and enthused about giving art a try. Such greatness of spirit was very much the mark of the man. Most children of my generation - and several before - grew up watching Tony Hart's programmes. Many of them owe people like him and his great contemporary, Rolf Harris, a huge debt of gratitude for opening doors to them. People like me, who still plug on with drawing despite the fact our short trousers barely fit any more, probably more so than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Tony Hart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-5283279338268641568?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/5283279338268641568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=5283279338268641568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5283279338268641568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5283279338268641568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/tony-hart-1925-2009.html' title='Tony Hart (1925 - 2009)'/><author><name>dotmund</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dVxOX22lAs/TvBP40QN7kI/AAAAAAAABuE/A9BLcU1_BS8/s220/sloth.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U5GcNTDH9qs/SXRKlLL5JNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/O63NhVf8pC4/s72-c/hart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-5138048185427426028</id><published>2009-01-12T16:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:27:55.943Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Vine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>David Vine (1936 - 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWt1HDMPaEI/AAAAAAAACGg/iqhVv-vsaiw/s1600-h/vine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWt1HDMPaEI/AAAAAAAACGg/iqhVv-vsaiw/s320/vine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450951252961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Type the phrase 'Jack of all trades' into Google, and the chances are you'll see the name David Vine in your first page of results. If you don't, complain to Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Vine's 34-year career with the BBC saw him take on a wide and diverse range of projects, most of them sport-orientated. He was the first person to present the Wimbledon tennis championships in colour in 1967, the front man for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ski Sunday&lt;/span&gt; between 1978 and 1996 and the man named 'The Voice of Snooker' by BBC viewers of the sport during a 22-year spell in front of the cameras that ended in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly, jocular character, he was easily identifiable by his glasses and either a chunky tie and gaudy shirt or cosy jumper depending on which era you were watching him in. Composed, well-informed and seemingly unflappable, he was the perfect choice to front all manner of programmes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Question of Sport&lt;/span&gt; (which he helped to launch in 1970) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's A Knockout&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss World&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eurovision Song Contest&lt;/span&gt; (which he hosted only once in 1974 when Abba, of all people, won for Sweden).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWt1P9-wN7I/AAAAAAAACGo/R43FjL5z3Xw/s1600-h/vine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWt1P9-wN7I/AAAAAAAACGo/R43FjL5z3Xw/s320/vine3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290451104473036722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But for me he will always be remembered as the face of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superstars&lt;/span&gt;, a show he was involved with on the BBC for twelve years from 1973. He managed to give the programme a real sense of purpose and authority, injecting enthusiasm into every show without appearing desperate to gain the audience's respect. Together with Ron Pickering, he guided us, the viewers, through every event ensuring we knew what was going on, who was doing well and who was struggling. He made the job of presenting Superstars and countless other programmes effortless - a real indication of just how good he was at his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine had to step down from his BBC duties in 2000 following a heart complaint but continued to act as consultant for the corporation thereafter. He was also on hand to provide a wonderful narrative on a BBC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superstars&lt;/span&gt; DVD that was launched to coincide with the revival of the programme in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death from a heart attack yesterday at the age of 73 yesterday comes as incredibly sad news to the many millions of people that enjoyed hearing that wonderful West Country voice on their TVs. As the anchor man for so many programmes that were made better just by him being there, he'll be sorely missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-5138048185427426028?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/5138048185427426028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=5138048185427426028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5138048185427426028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5138048185427426028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/david-vine-1936-2009.html' title='David Vine (1936 - 2009)'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWt1HDMPaEI/AAAAAAAACGg/iqhVv-vsaiw/s72-c/vine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-7516247913627569510</id><published>2009-01-08T09:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:15:15.787Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz Clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oz And James Drink To Britain'/><title type='text'>A triumph of beer over experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SWVCDohjkjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XcUYf8ttsFU/s1600-h/ozmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SWVCDohjkjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XcUYf8ttsFU/s400/ozmay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288705967601717810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oz And James Drink To Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James May stands on the white cliffs of Dover to introduce the third series of what has become an annual booze-up starring himself and self confessed 'wine ponce' Oz Clarke. The past two series have been all about the wine. First they went to France, then to America. For this series however, the pair keep the home fires burning with a tour of &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Blight,Blighter,Blights,Flighty,Bligh"&gt;Blighty&lt;/span&gt; and this time... its all about beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television loves good partnerships and Clarke and May make a fine pair. They both have affable on screen personalities but their individual characteristics creates enough tension to provide just a frisson of tension without making the viewer think that they would rather be doing something else. Clarke's unbound puppy dog enthusiasm for the grape and the hop is complimented beautifully by May's delicious &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="languidly,languid,liquidity"&gt;languidity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having made their introductions the pair set off in a green Rolls Royce &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Cor niche,Cor-niche,Cornice,Cornish,Conchie"&gt;Corniche&lt;/span&gt; convertible with a cheap caravan hooked on the back. They head for Yorkshire and there they discover the genesis of beer making while consuming &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="volumes,volume's,voluminous,velum's,Valiums"&gt;volumous&lt;/span&gt; quantities of the local brew. Happily, the narrative does more than enough to stop the whole shebang from becoming a televised piss-up This is thanks to Clarke's instance on exploring the roots of the subject matter while celebrating each pint as though it were a rare vintage against May's insistence that its just beer. If you've watched previous series you'll get the idea of the philosophical divide twixt the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke takes May to a barley field in Yorkshire to explain the basis of how the hardiness and versatility of that grain allowed us to make beer. He stands there grasping a single husk and posited the theory that people gathered, settled and built entire societies around barley fields for the single purpose of making and consuming beer. It is beer, he declared, that gave birth to civilisation. May stares at him with understated admiration and says "The was genuinely interesting... fancy a pint?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other excursions include a couple of trips to some Yorkshire breweries, one of which is run by an Italian and a Kiwi. There is also an unexpected trip to a vineyard by way as a &lt;i&gt;revista &lt;/i&gt;to series past. I wasn't aware that they produced wine in Yorkshire but according to the governor of this vineyard, some variety of grape based falling down water has been in the county for thousands of years. Once it was decided that the plonk would go down well with a curry, they dropped off the Rolls and headed for &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Dews bury,Dews-bury,Dewberry,Descry,Duisburg"&gt;Dewsbury&lt;/span&gt; Railway Station. In West Riding there's a train line with a pub at every station selling a wide variety of local ales. A train related pub crawl ensued which started as an attempt to discern the distinctive qualities of each particular ale and finished  as a couple of bumbling middle aged men who had lost their tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode suffered with an introduction to the programme which was too lengthy. Naturally, there has to be a degree of contextualising before getting down to business. However, for a 30 minute programme, surly a simple "Hello its us again, we're off to explore beer in a big Rolls Royce" would have sufficed. It certainly worked for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Merton In India&lt;/span&gt;. However, such trifling matters aside it was a good watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke's pursuit of knowledge made you feel as though you'd watched something improving. While May's unending thirst for unlikely similes and juvenile teasing of Clarke's extravagant bookishness gave the programme a lightness of touch. At no time did I feel as though I was learning anything. even if part of me suspected I was. They even managed to chuck in some sheep in a pub. Anyone fancy a pint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oz And James Drink To Britain&lt;/span&gt; is on BBC2 every Tuesday at 8pm. Episode 1 is still on the iPlayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.bbc.co.uk/emp/external/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.bbc.co.uk/emp/external/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="config_settings_suppressCodec=h264&amp;amp;playlist=http://www.bbc.co.uk/tv/features/media/emp/playlists/emp_b00gn2zw.xml&amp;amp;config_settings_showFooter=true&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/emp/external/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="config_settings_suppressCodec=h264&amp;amp;playlist=http://www.bbc.co.uk/tv/features/media/emp/playlists/emp_b00gn2zw.xml&amp;amp;config_settings_showFooter=true&amp;amp;" width="512" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-7516247913627569510?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/7516247913627569510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=7516247913627569510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7516247913627569510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7516247913627569510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/triumph-of-beer-over-experience.html' title='A triumph of beer over experience'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SWVCDohjkjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XcUYf8ttsFU/s72-c/ozmay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-6365031751942232123</id><published>2009-01-06T12:30:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:53:06.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morecambe and Wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krypton Factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Serafinowicz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlackAdder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Baxter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shooting Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What we watched over Christmas</title><content type='html'>Some might say the festive season just ended didn't throw up much in the way of televisual treats, but we beg to differ. There were plenty of programmes to please the eye, and to prove it, here's a selection of some of our favourites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Peter Serafinowicz Christmas Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketch shows like these tend to divide public opinion in that oft-mentioned way that Marmite does, but we're big fans of Serra and his first series for the BBC in 2007 was on the whole excellent. This festive edition carried on where that series left off with one or two returning characters like Brian 'Bon-bon-bon-bonbon' Butterfield and some new but nonetheless brilliantly executed recurring themes like the ads for 'iToilet' and the 'Mactini'. Like all the best sketch shows, not everything hits the spot outright, but Serafinowicz has a pretty good average and is highly deserving of another series. Can't be long now, can it BBC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNRWv2iU_I/AAAAAAAACFA/MfzD9BEAFHU/s1600-h/blackadder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNRWv2iU_I/AAAAAAAACFA/MfzD9BEAFHU/s320/blackadder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288159838707274738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackadder Rides Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, Rowan Atkinson finally agreed to be interviewed about the classic comedy programme he really made his own, and this documentary was all the better for it. UKTV Gold recently did a similar thing for the 25th anniversary of BlackAdder's first appearance on British telly, but this had an edge of credibility to it. Atkinson featured heavily (as well he should) along with the likes of John Lloyd, Ben Elton, Richard Curtis and all the cast, and the feeling you were left with was one of great effort they all put in to maximise the comedy in the show. Locations were visited, costumes were hauled out of the archives and behind the scenes footage was shown to complete a worthy celebration of one of Britain's best loved comedy series. Will it come back?  Probably not, and nor should it. As was proved with Only Fools And Horses, some things are best ended while people still have respect for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNPvk8gWEI/AAAAAAAACEw/Jof-L73M9ug/s1600-h/hammond-vietnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNPvk8gWEI/AAAAAAAACEw/Jof-L73M9ug/s320/hammond-vietnam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288158066252994626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Gear Vietnam Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messrs. Clarkson, May and Hammond gave us the latest in their international set-pieces, and though the programme had a strange atmosphere to it (largely due to their Asian surroundings), it didn't disappoint. Clarkson trying to ride a motorbike for the first time on severely pot-holed roads, May wearing a wok and a colander on his head as a makeshift crash helmet and Hammond phut-phut-phutting around with a large scale model of a Spanish galleon strapped to the back of his bike were just some of the things that amused throughout. It's just a shame the programme may be affected by budget restraints next year, thereby limiting the amount of times we might see this kind of thing. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNRznPv_SI/AAAAAAAACFI/Txlnjk2ESOU/s1600-h/stanley-baxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNRznPv_SI/AAAAAAAACFI/Txlnjk2ESOU/s320/stanley-baxter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288160334613314850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley Baxter: Now &amp;amp; Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, Stanley Baxter was always on our screens, particularly around Christmas. His lavish shows would parody the great Hollywood movies in the most part and his impersonations of anyone from Greta Garbo to Jimmy Durante were every bit as good anything you'd see from Rory Bremner or Alistair McGowan today. It's somewhat ironic, then, that the expense of creating shows with such high production values proved to be his undoing in the end, but this programme rightly gave us all a chance to look again at those wonderful shows and to hear from the great man himself. Coming out of retirement for this one-off occasion, Baxter gave us an interesting insight into the way his LWT programmes were made and he even recorded some fresh material in the persona of Her Majesty The Queen. Quite impressive he was too, especially for a man aged 82. At a time of the year when everyone's thoughts turn to Morecambe and Wise, ITV should be proud of reminding us that Christmas was also once the terrain of people like Stanley Baxter who were equally as adept at making us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNSqd1ydAI/AAAAAAAACFQ/5Mmzfxk8vc0/s1600-h/shooting-stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNSqd1ydAI/AAAAAAAACFQ/5Mmzfxk8vc0/s320/shooting-stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288161276981310466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shooting Stars: The Inside Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another retrospective took Vic and Bob's wonderfully silly panel game as its subject, and it too was celebrating an anniversary - 15 years since it was first broadcast. This documentary didn't take itself quite as seriously as those others we've mentioned, but it did at least give the likes of Paul Whitehouse, Lenny Henry and Johnny Vegas the chance to convey how much they enjoyed taking part in the programme. Not only that, but we also had ample opportunity to look once again at many of the best bits from the show's past including The Dove From Above, George Dawes on drums and Vic Reeves' jokes that always sent the tumbleweed rolling. Good fun and a great laugh throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNTPz62l6I/AAAAAAAACFY/Viarhpx4qFo/s1600-h/kf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNTPz62l6I/AAAAAAAACFY/Viarhpx4qFo/s320/kf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288161918563293090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Krypton Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the return of what's been billed as 'an old favourite' although we take issue with that a little bit. Though it undeniably had big audiences on ITV once upon a time, we don't remember this being a programme that people would watch avidly and talk about down the pub the next night. They probably watched it in large numbers because the alternative on the BBC was too poor to contemplate. Anyway, back on our screens it most certainly is and injected with 21st Century pizzazz too, but to our mind, that's part of its problem. For a start, the backdrop of the studio is now a ceiling-to-floor video wall displaying a psychedelic array of patterns and imagery that distract throughout, plus there's a new assault course which seems to be twice as complicated as the old one (like it needed to be...)   New host Ben Shephard, it can be said, is distinctly lacking in sufficient personality to carry off the 'Gordon Burns' role, there's no sight of the studio audience like there used to be which gives the show a cold feel, and all in all this new Krypton Factor's seems a bit soulless, really. We could be wrong, but we don't think this will run much beyond a second series - or even this series perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNQmVYwwYI/AAAAAAAACE4/ewJrq7IFVHQ/s1600-h/morecambe-and-wise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNQmVYwwYI/AAAAAAAACE4/ewJrq7IFVHQ/s320/morecambe-and-wise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288159006969348482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morecambe &amp;amp; Wise: The Show What Paul Merton Did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a fine tribute to the aforementioned Eric and Ern. There have been countless previous attempts to show the best bits of their work, to discuss the pros and cons of their routines and private lives, but this found just the right balance while bringing something new to the table. Hosted by Paul Merton, various guests were brought on to have a brief chat about 'Britain's Best Loved Comedy Duo' in-between various pieces of archive footage, but this is where the show excelled. Remarkably, someone had bothered to try and find some rarely seen material which made such a refreshing change as to set it apart from all previous efforts at this kind of programme. With Merton being an obvious fan too, it was a great way to reflect on the joy that Morecambe and Wise brought to many of our lives, and deserves almost as many re-runs as the original shows had themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-6365031751942232123?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/6365031751942232123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=6365031751942232123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6365031751942232123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6365031751942232123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-we-watched-over-christmas.html' title='What we watched over Christmas'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SWNRWv2iU_I/AAAAAAAACFA/MfzD9BEAFHU/s72-c/blackadder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1663979268715225764</id><published>2008-12-21T08:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:35:10.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV List of Little or No Consequence'/><title type='text'>The TV List of Little or No Consequence #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Small screen on the big screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 British Sitcoms That Were Remade For The Cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SU4YDUmyjWI/AAAAAAAACAc/KgaHeNga5us/s1600-h/odeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SU4YDUmyjWI/AAAAAAAACAc/KgaHeNga5us/s320/odeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282185858302250338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Man About The House (1974)&lt;br /&gt;2. Are You Being Served? (1977)&lt;br /&gt;3. George and Mildred (1980)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bless This House (1973)&lt;br /&gt;5. On The Buses (1971)&lt;br /&gt;6. The Likely Lads (1976)&lt;br /&gt;7. Porridge (1979)&lt;br /&gt;8. Dad's Army (1971)&lt;br /&gt;9. Steptoe and Son (1972)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-1663979268715225764?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/1663979268715225764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=1663979268715225764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1663979268715225764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1663979268715225764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/12/tv-list-of-little-or-no-consequence-2.html' title='The TV List of Little or No Consequence #2'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SU4YDUmyjWI/AAAAAAAACAc/KgaHeNga5us/s72-c/odeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-6798695632175078827</id><published>2008-12-14T13:25:00.023Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:59:55.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themologists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurie Johnson'/><title type='text'>Themologists: Laurie Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1933517"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1933517" align="middle" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZMZqToFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/K0CF5Gz6Kkk/s1600-h/laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZMZqToFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/K0CF5Gz6Kkk/s400/laurie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279653838999232594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some People Are On The Telly's&lt;/span&gt; second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Themologist &lt;/span&gt;has become synonymous with sixties popular culture. His ability to compose a catchy melody coupled with his rich arrangements has created some truly unforgettable theme tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie Johnson (right) was  born in Hampstead England in 1927. His army career was spent in the Coldstream Guards. During the fifties he spent most of he time in composing for big band (including the Ted Heath Band). After that he moved into film and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZRidAy2I/AAAAAAAAAho/S5EVBl-LyVM/s1600-h/steed_peel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZRidAy2I/AAAAAAAAAho/S5EVBl-LyVM/s400/steed_peel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279653927258737506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notable film credits include &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr Strangelove&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;East Of Sudan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Shouldn't Happen To A Vet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Millions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His TV credits are a cavalcade of classic themes guaranteed to alert the entire household that their favorite show was about to start. For cult value, probably the most recognised and fondly remembered is the theme to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(left)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This long running iconic sixties adventure series starred Patrick Macnee with Honour Blackman followed by Diana Rigg then Linda Thorson as his dashing female sidekick. All three of women were probably responsible&lt;br /&gt;for the sexual awakening of many a young boy (and God I know I'm one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1934634"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1934634" align="middle" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other classic themes include &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; (the theme to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Magic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason King&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; World In Action &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wicker's World&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZ93iXThI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pwkg980fP3M/s1600-h/eamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZ93iXThI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pwkg980fP3M/s400/eamon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279654688832572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As memorable as the aforementioned are, probably the most famous is his signature tune for a programme that, while lacking the cult status of some of his other programmes was at its peak, watched by millions upon millions over half a century. &lt;span&gt;This was a show that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ran from 1955 and has been broadcast on both BBC and ITV up until 2007. For years, a measure of achievement in life and recognition of success by your peers was either a visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to Buckingham Palace or a visit by Eamon Andrews&lt;/span&gt; (right) with his big red book speaking those immortal words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Is Your Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1011890"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1011890" align="middle" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the seventies then and honorable mentions should go to Johnson's action packed themes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Avengers&lt;/span&gt;  which was an ill conceived contemporary version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers&lt;/span&gt;. Starring an aging and weary Macnee, the series lacked the zing of its predecessor. Even the fruitsome Joanna Lumley couldn't make up for the presence of Gareth Hunt.   Also from the same production company (of which Johnson part owned)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Professionals&lt;/span&gt;, the repeats of which are still a mainstay of the ITV4's daytime schedules. Warning: this tune contains high levels of wah-wah that some listeners may find disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1011942"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1011942" align="middle" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUalci5wFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KuG44hWhIQA/s1600-h/tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUalci5wFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KuG44hWhIQA/s400/tara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279655368781840466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll end our whistle-stop tour with a return to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers&lt;/span&gt; and my favourite piece of music by Johnson, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avengers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag Scene&lt;/span&gt; which was used in the last sequence of pretty much every episode of the final series. This usually involved Tara King (Thorson left) turning up at Steed's flat asking what's so urgent that she should have to be called away from a Saturday evening reading Checkov.  At that point the great man would emerge from behind his Swiss Cheese plant with a tray of Boluga caviar and a bottle of Dom Perignon. The languid lounge-core strains of this tune make it abundantly clear what's on the old perve's mind and that is to follow should exist in the imagination only. Take it away Maestro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1011961"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1011961" align="middle" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-6798695632175078827?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/6798695632175078827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=6798695632175078827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6798695632175078827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/6798695632175078827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/12/themologists-laurie-johnson.html' title='Themologists: Laurie Johnson'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SUUZMZqToFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/K0CF5Gz6Kkk/s72-c/laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1109990992062852999</id><published>2008-12-06T15:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:53:01.461Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Clarkson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Hammond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC2'/><title type='text'>Top Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcMrvW63I/AAAAAAAAB58/xpE1wA1azOo/s1600-h/topgear01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcMrvW63I/AAAAAAAAB58/xpE1wA1azOo/s320/topgear01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276701655131679602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my complete intention to write a balanced view about the BBC programme &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; highlighting its many good and bad points in equal measure. Having given it some thought, I now know I cannot. I like the programme too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, both my feet are firmly in the camp of those who can't get enough of the programme which will undoubtedly come as some relief to many of you. For a fair while now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; seems to have been the target of journalists, TV viewers and ordinary members of the public who like nothing more than to badmouth the show. Well I'm not happy about that, so I feel it's time to stand up and be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present-day incarnation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; (and let's not forget it was once a very ordinary magazine programme about motoring) is a most appealing thing indeed. In trying to quantify why, one inevitably finds that it's all things to all men (and women). Not only does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; retain a notable portion of its original remit (i.e. to pass judgement on different models of car), but it's also part comedy show, part chat show and part documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a part which one cannot describe easily. It's the part that features the three presenters - Richard Hammond, James May and Jeremy Clarkson - getting up to all manner of entertaining shenanigans from racing a car against a light aircraft across Europe to playing darts with cars that are shot off the end of a high-powered cannon. So far as I'm aware, there's yet to be a genre created for this kind of material, so far ahead of the game is the programme and its inventiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme undoubtedly has a huge following not only in Britain but around the world where the format has already been adjusted for specific national audiences. Yet to think that the only people who watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; are men aged between 25 and 45 is well wide of the mark. The show is enjoyed by both men &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; women, be they young, old or somewhere in-between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is it that gets them tuning in week after week?  Why is it that even the repeat showings on satellite channel 'Dave' and online via the BBC's iPlayer get such large audience figures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly it's the humour of the show which is such a big draw for so many. Without that, the show would be nothing more than a gentle walk through the world of motor cars which, though informative in places, would barely register in people's consciences. A motoring equivalent of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antiques Roadshow&lt;/span&gt;, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcXAY3zKI/AAAAAAAAB6E/haI9bzKA4aE/s1600-h/topgear03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 16px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcXAY3zKI/AAAAAAAAB6E/haI9bzKA4aE/s320/topgear03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276701832473201826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the three presenters each have a pleasant and somewhat quirky personality which takes the show so far, but it's their ability to banter with each other and about the cars that are featured that really gives it a special quality. They all have a different style - Clarkson: raucous and surly, May: reserved and dignified, Hammond: enthusiastic and dynamic - yet they can all convert an average piece of dialogue into a funny and memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add some ammunition to their comedy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; relies heavily on a constant flow of new ideas that ensure the car theme is never lost in what many think is just an hour's worth of laddish high-jinks. As well as the regular races between a car and numerous other supposedly superior modes of transport, there have been comparisons between cars and their equivalents in computer games, cars used as players in an outsized game of moto-football and caravans used as conkers in a game of... well, conkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back, I wondered how long the programme would last given the likelihood of so many great ideas eventually drying up. One might say the repetition of some of those self same ideas shows we're already at that point, but to be honest even that doesn't seem to impact much on the show's popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; has such phenomenally high production values - another reason why people love it so much. Even a humble car review is transformed by the beautiful photography, the amazing worldwide locations and the floorless editing. No other programme can match it for sheer professionalism when it's really firing on all cylinders, and that's most of the time in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come some people resolutely fail to like it?  As anyone capable of picking up a newspaper will know by now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt; can be controversial at times. Whether it's Jeremy Clarkson suggesting that truck drivers murder prostitutes or Clarkson again tearing up the Scottish highlands by driving a 4x4 up a mountain, the programme can be relied upon to hit the headlines on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's be honest here - it's not the programme that causes a fuss, it's Jeremy Clarkson himself, and if you haven't worked out what he's like by now, more fool you. He's been on the TV for twenty years and his reputation does now go before him, if you haven't already noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of over-generalising, Clarkson is merely acting out an exaggerated caricature of himself on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt;. His comments and his actions - in fact his whole persona - are that of a television character akin to the likes of Alf Garnett. To be that way is to elevate himself to a higher level of recognition: he's more noticeable, more marketable and as a result is more interesting to watch on TV. Whether or not he needs to be so controversial we must leave for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcmf-xs0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/sSoCuENQfu4/s1600-h/topgear02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcmf-xs0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/sSoCuENQfu4/s320/topgear02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276702098651722562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For now I must sum up the merits of this, one of my most favourite TV programmes. Some say this giant of a show in the BBC2 TV schedules is ill-judged and ill-conceived. Some say it offends more than it educates or entertains. Some even say that it's puerile and immature. All I know is it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt;, and quite frankly I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-1109990992062852999?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/1109990992062852999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=1109990992062852999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1109990992062852999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1109990992062852999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-bananas.html' title='Top Bananas'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/STqcMrvW63I/AAAAAAAAB58/xpE1wA1azOo/s72-c/topgear01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-2810406732077069793</id><published>2008-11-19T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:17:48.326Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Sergeant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strictly Come Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Strictly Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SSSPg6ukPxI/AAAAAAAABy4/xcOrKf2nVoQ/s1600-h/john-sergeant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SSSPg6ukPxI/AAAAAAAABy4/xcOrKf2nVoQ/s320/john-sergeant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270495259613478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Sergeant: Political correspondent, one-time comedian but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;ballroom dancer. That much we can discern from the judges of the BBC's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/span&gt; who, along with many other fans of the show, have claimed he no longer deserves to take part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, John Sergeant himself agreed and pulled out of the current series, fully aware of the fact that despite his popularity with much of the British public, other more capable celebrity contestants were being denied the chance to progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, Sergeant appears to have done the decent thing. As many of the other celebrities were voted off following high scores from the judges and low votes from the public, Sergeant remained a part of the programme by achieving the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, actress Cherie Lunghi - who has proven to be a more than capable dancer in recent weeks - became the latest contestant to leave the show via a dance-off. Sergeant and his dancing partner Kristina Rihanoff had no such worries - the general public had voted in large enough numbers to ensure he'd take part for at least one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mutterings among those who want the dancers to be judged purely on their dancing have become all the more louder in recent weeks. All four of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/span&gt;'s judges, Bruno Tonioli, Len Goodman, Craig Revel Horwood and Arlene Philips, have gone on record recently as saying how unfair Sergeant's ongoing participation is, yet for all that they remained powerless to do anything about it. Now Sergeant has walked, thereby resolving the problem at a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very noble act on his part and one that will come as some relief to the programme's makers, but the argument remains - should he have walked at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SSSQVA4BJhI/AAAAAAAABzA/0CXH_Jl9Jlc/s1600-h/john-sergeant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 16px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SSSQVA4BJhI/AAAAAAAABzA/0CXH_Jl9Jlc/s320/john-sergeant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270496154616931858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of his fans think not. Though this is strictly a dancing competition, it's not enough to suggest that only the dancing should be judged. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/span&gt; is a light entertainment programme aired at 6.20 on a Saturday night, and for all the skills of the celebrity dancers, the public tune in fundamentally to be entertained. Judging the celebs' dancing is something the public do not (in the vast majority of cases) have any qualification to do whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what gives one the impression that the BBC have shot themselves in the foot again. If it had wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/span&gt; to be a dancing competition in the truest sense of the term, they would leave the judging to the judges. They, after all, are the experts and can tell who's dancing like the next Wayne Sleep and who's dancing like... well... John Sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBC could relieve themselves of any need to involve the public at all, but of course there is a reason to do this: to generate income via the phone voting that takes place every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that much of the money raised from the phone votes goes towards the Children In Need charity and very welcome they must be for it, but the BBC are no mugs. By charging Joe Public to interact with one of its more popular programmes, they can also pocket a few quid for themselves. Except now that money has been spent on a contestant who, it turns out, will no longer play a part in the show, contrary to what the quantity of votes suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to say it, but these are no longer innocent times, and yet perhaps a show such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/span&gt; would have worked much better had it existed in more innocent times. By allowing the judges to have complete control over the way the scores are awarded, no-one could ever complain about the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's the whole point of this. John Sergeant's reputation as a loveable and affable personality will remain intact and the show's future will no doubt be as assured as ever too. But through failing to lay down the exact remit of the program and executing it in a haphazard way, the BBC will surely end up with egg on its own faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you pay good money to an organisation that's failing to live up to its purpose like that?  Too late - in the form of the TV License fee, you already are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-2810406732077069793?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/2810406732077069793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=2810406732077069793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/2810406732077069793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/2810406732077069793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/11/strictly-ridiculous.html' title='Strictly Ridiculous'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SSSPg6ukPxI/AAAAAAAABy4/xcOrKf2nVoQ/s72-c/john-sergeant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-7772744770512564171</id><published>2008-11-16T18:49:00.020Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:04:58.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Takei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>I'm stranded on a frozen planet, get me out of here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBshHYe4eI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/665AGd6-cm0/s1600-h/takeiceleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBshHYe4eI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/665AGd6-cm0/s400/takeiceleb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269330880196698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;If George &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Take,Taker,Tacker,Toke,Tyke"&gt;Takei&lt;/span&gt; sticks around long enough on &lt;b&gt;I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here&lt;/b&gt; he stands to be a household name in the UK. In fact he may end up becoming better known than the character he played for so many years in &lt;b&gt;Star Trek&lt;/b&gt;. On the basis of that flimsy premise &lt;b&gt;Some People Are On The Telly&lt;/b&gt; dons its ill-&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="fitting,fighting,footing,fating,feting"&gt;fitting&lt;/span&gt; Captain Kirk t-shirt and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Spock ears to look back o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;n the life and times of a Trek stalwart, Lieutenant &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Hilary,Hickory,Hiker,Hilario,Hillary"&gt;Hikaru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; first appeared on Star Trek in the second pilot episode &lt;b&gt;Where No Man Has Gone Before&lt;/b&gt;. As Physicist &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; he made his debut at the same time as &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Scott,Scotti,Scatty,Scot,Scottie"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; and Captain Kirk. Only Spock has been in Star Trek longer, appearing in the first pilot episode with and entirely different crew which was rejected by the commissioning network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Star Trek was finally commissioned at the second time of asking, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; went from scientist to Helmsman of the &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Star ship,Star-ship,Stars hip,Stars-hip,Steamship"&gt;Starship&lt;/span&gt; Enterprise. &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; was one of a number of supporting crew members who were regulars throughout the series but didn't do much more than take orders and say "Aye Captain". The Star Trek hierarchy went something like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBsybir42I/AAAAAAAAAeY/dQ0grnnq1Ak/s1600-h/sulu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBsybir42I/AAAAAAAAAeY/dQ0grnnq1Ak/s400/sulu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269331177665979234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kirk, Spock and McCoy did most of the talking and all the interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Scott,Scotti,Scatty,Scot,Scottie"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Aura,Hera,Hora,O'Hara,Hurrah"&gt;Uhura&lt;/span&gt; and later &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Chekhov,Checkoff,Chev,Chevy,Check"&gt;Chekov&lt;/span&gt; plus an assortment of guest stars did som&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;e of the talking and most of the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guards in red shirts did none of the talking and pretty much all of the dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; is fondly remembered, this is mostly for what is said to him rather than for what he said. The phrase "Mr &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt;, ahead Warp Factor One" is almost as familiar as &lt;i&gt;Beam Me Up &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Scott,Scotti,Scatty,Scot,Scottie"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and enjoys the benefit of actually having been said on the programme unlike the latter expression which, contrary to common belief, never was. Still and all, it's not much of a legacy is it - being famous for taking orders and doing a lot &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="AF,fa,AFB,AFC,AFN"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; sitting around?  However, the character endured throughout the run of the franchise and beyond. In that time there were some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBtLe_qsBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YG0D5rVhVKc/s1600-h/sulu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBtLe_qsBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YG0D5rVhVKc/s400/sulu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269331608089571346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the first season episode &lt;b&gt;The Naked Time&lt;/b&gt;, the Enterprise is infected with a virus and the entire crew get drunk with hilarious and deadly consequences. &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; spends much of the episode charging around the ship's corridors topless with a fencing blade acting like a musketeer. His shining moment is on the Enterprise Bridge as he grabs the buxom Lieutenant  &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Aura,Hera,Hora,O'Hara,Hurrah"&gt;Uhura&lt;/span&gt; around the waist promising to "protect" her (well you would wouldn't you?)  Tragically he is cut short thanks to a Vulcan nerve pinch and a rare one liner from Spock: "Take &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Patagonian,Draconian,Detaining,Darkening,Dragooning"&gt;D'artagnan&lt;/span&gt; here to Sickbay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Enemy Within&lt;/span&gt;, Sulu is stranded on a planet which is about to get too cold for human life to survive. While Kirk struggles with his mysterious doppleganger while trying to fix the transporter, Sulu is progressively covered in fake ice spray until he is barely visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps his finest 50 minutes was in the classic second season episode &lt;b&gt;Mirror Mirror&lt;/b&gt;. Kirk, McCoy, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Scott,Scotti,Scatty,Scot,Scottie"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Aura,Hera,Hora,O'Hara,Hurrah"&gt;Uhura&lt;/span&gt; beam aboard the Enterprise from another dimension. The crew are the same but in this universe they are not part of a peaceful benevolent democracy similar to the United States but an evil and brutal imperialist regime similar to the United States. Spock has a beard and is cruel and &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; is the Machiavellian Head Of Security. Complete with scar across his face, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; leches over &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Aura,Hera,Hora,O'Hara,Hurrah"&gt;Uhura&lt;/span&gt; and contrives to depose both Spock and Kirk as the two struggle for control of the ship. &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Take,Taker,Tacker,Toke,Tyke"&gt;Takei&lt;/span&gt; clearly relishes his chance to be truly evil and delivers with aplomb one of the best lines from the series as he reveals his nefarious plans to Kirk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6-AODYh1PU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6-AODYh1PU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because of these rare moments, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula's,Zulu's,Sully's,Saul's,Sly's"&gt;Sulu's&lt;/span&gt; character endured through the three seasons of Star Trek and his services were recalled for the follow up series &lt;b&gt;Star Trek Phase II&lt;/b&gt; which was ditched in favour of &lt;b&gt;Star Trek: The Motion Picture&lt;/b&gt;. The movies allowed the character to develop. In &lt;b&gt;Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home&lt;/b&gt; we learned that he was both in San Francisco and the &lt;b&gt;Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country&lt;/b&gt; he finally took command of his own ship, the USS Excelsior.  It was in that film as Captain &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt;, he dressed down a young ensign played by Christian Slater (then at the peak of his powers) who'd dropped in for a quick cameo. Years later, &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Take,Taker,Tacker,Toke,Tyke"&gt;Takei&lt;/span&gt; would reprise his role in the &lt;b&gt;Star Trek: Voyager &lt;/b&gt;episode &lt;b&gt;Flashback &lt;/b&gt;which retold some of the events in Star Trek VI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zYCgjpm1R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zYCgjpm1R8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, there was talk of a whole series chronicling &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula's,Zulu's,Sully's,Saul's,Sly's"&gt;Sulu's&lt;/span&gt; adventures on the Excelsior. A few audio plays were released but it never really amounted to anything. However, Mr &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Sula,Zulu,Sulk,Lulu"&gt;Sulu&lt;/span&gt; is steeped in Star Trek lore and his inclusion on &lt;i&gt;I'm A Celebrity&lt;/i&gt; is a smart move for both &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Take,Taker,Tacker,Toke,Tyke"&gt;Takei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="IRV,IT,IV,TV,ATV"&gt;ITV&lt;/span&gt;. Star Trek remains hugely popular as evidenced by its constant repeats here in the UK. By all accounts he is a smashing bloke and his infectious laugh is legendary. More importantly, his presence will probably have his many followers rushing to the phones when it comes to the public vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some People Are On The Telly doesn't usually do reality TV that much but is prepared to make an exception in this instance. We'll be tweeting matters &lt;a href="http://celebrity.itv.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="GIACOMO,IACCOCA,ACME,ICBM,INCOME"&gt;IACGMOOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on our Twitter stream &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/spaott" id="vzvn" title="@spaott"&gt;@&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="sport,spotty,spat,spot,spate"&gt;spaott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The show is on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/imaceleb"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; too so why not join us there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-7772744770512564171?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/7772744770512564171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=7772744770512564171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7772744770512564171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7772744770512564171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-stranded-frozen-planet-get-me-out-of.html' title='I&apos;m stranded on a frozen planet, get me out of here'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SSBshHYe4eI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/665AGd6-cm0/s72-c/takeiceleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-4457645919418128802</id><published>2008-11-11T00:04:00.018Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:15:35.283Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argumental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave'/><title type='text'>Johnny Vegas Is Actually From Woking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SRjNbmOhv6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ySJs34_XwP0/s1600-h/arguemental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267185638211436450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SRjNbmOhv6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ySJs34_XwP0/s400/arguemental.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Some People Are On The Telly &lt;/span&gt;watched &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Argumental &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; last night. This is what it thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time where commercial television is getting crunched by Colonel Credit's mighty jack-boot its encouraging to see &lt;b&gt;UKTV&lt;/b&gt; commissioning their own programmes. The network which has made a business out of repeating other channels TV shows is now making its way into the murky and treacherous waters of original TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network's recent rebrand begun with &lt;b&gt;Dave&lt;/b&gt;. The cross-channel makeover is nearly finished with only the factual and documentary stations awaiting the inevitable name change to or &lt;b&gt;Plants &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;Trainspotting &lt;/b&gt;or something equally cerebral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave was originally &lt;b&gt;UKTV G2&lt;/b&gt;, a comedy repeat channel. Since adopting a blokes name it has continued to moved more into lifestyle and panel game-shows plus sport. Latterly its has become bolder with its commissioning. The channels' relaunch has been a success and has seen its audience share increase while some of their rival's is shrinking. Furthermore, as a Freeview channel its profile will grow as Digital Switchover continues. Consequently, Dave is UKTV's flagship free to air channel and it appears, has been given the programming budget to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;World Rally Championship&lt;/b&gt;'s home in the UK is now on Dave with an hour long highlights programme (they even have their own mics with Dave written on them and everything). Other commissions include &lt;b&gt;Batteries Not Included&lt;/b&gt;, a gadget programme hosted by John Cleese (apparently). Most interestingly (for us at least) however has been the launched of the comedy panel game show &lt;b&gt;Argumental&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme essentially mixes stand-up, with game show with topical debate. Its a kind of &lt;b&gt;Live at The Apollo&lt;/b&gt; marries &lt;b&gt;Mock The Week&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;Have I Got News For You&lt;/b&gt; as its bit on the side. Its very Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former political correspondent and dancing judge botherer John Sergeant is your host. The two team captains stand up comics, Rufus Hound and Marcus Brigstocke, are joined by esteemed contemporaries as guests. Sergeant sets the debate going with a topical statement and the comics take turn in amusing the studio audience by arguing for or against the position. At the end of each round, the audience decide which team was the funnier and vote accordingly. The winner at the end of the show is... well you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is funny. This Monday, the guests were Johnny Vegas and Robin Ince. The audience were treated to improvised routines from experienced comics based on such topics as &lt;i&gt;Binge Drinking Is Not A Bad Thing&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;You Can't Beat A British Beach Holiday&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Boris Johnson Is As Daft As He Looks&lt;/i&gt;. The comics got into the spirit of things, worked well off of each other and the little side argumants while, at times, a bit laboured yielded some decent gags. You even got to learn what the expression &lt;i&gt;Daft As A Brush&lt;/i&gt; meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5FnL6JxlzrQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside Argumental is not at all groundbreaking. Its produced by Tiger Aspect who are old hands at this sort of thing. The format looks more like a single round of Mock The Week stretched out to a twenty minute show and Sergeant's links are a bit ho-hum (although there is nothing wrong with the delivery). Basically its nothing new but then again, its on Dave and lets face it, there is not &lt;i&gt;supposed &lt;/i&gt;to be anything new on Dave. Thats the point of the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumental's strength is its familiarity, both to the audience and the participants. Everyone seems comfortable with the format and knows what they are doing. Consequently, its hit the ground running and will not need a whole series to find its feet. This is just as well since it will be expected to deliver a high audience share right from the off. Multichannel commissions are rare enough in today's climate and its doubtful that the show won't be given a second chance. Fingers crossed it won't need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Argumental is on Dave every Monday. More details are available the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="ly1:" title="Dave" style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://dave.uktv.co.uk/shows/quizcoms/argumental/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-4457645919418128802?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/4457645919418128802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=4457645919418128802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/4457645919418128802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/4457645919418128802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/11/johnny-vegas-is-actually-from-woking.html' title='Johnny Vegas Is Actually From Woking'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SRjNbmOhv6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ySJs34_XwP0/s72-c/arguemental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1272059400590477628</id><published>2008-11-07T15:13:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:53:31.277Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des O&apos;Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol Vorderman'/><title type='text'>Count your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhVMM0rmI/AAAAAAAABu4/T2oYtpDhM3U/s1600-h/countdown-des-carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhVMM0rmI/AAAAAAAABu4/T2oYtpDhM3U/s320/countdown-des-carol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265940880983109218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countdown&lt;/span&gt; is such a curious televisual beast, isn't it?  The longest running show on Channel 4, nay - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; first show on Channel 4, it remains an incredibly popular programme among a sizeable cross-section of the British public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly for a show that's been on air for 26 years, Countdown is now woven into the fabric of popular culture, lauded, derided, lampooned and respected as it is. For such an innocent and unassuming programme, how on earth has it managed to live so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the show's undeniable simplicity. A series of rounds where two contestants have to make the longest word they can with nine randomly drawn letters is about as straight-forward as it gets. There is of course a 'number round' every once in a while to break up the monotony, plus the conundrum at the end (essentially an anagram that has to be deciphered) but that's really it as far as the quiz element is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All well and good, but that alone can't be the sole reason for Countdown's popularity. Perhaps it can also be attributed to the resident personnel who provide a cosy sense of continuity to every show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there's Des O'Connor - variety performer, singer, comic and butt of Eric Morecambe's jokes. With all the showbiz experience you'd expect of a 76-year-old, he very capably provides smooth and polished linkage throughout the programme and brings an infectious sense of contentment to proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Carol Vorderman. Once part of the team of five that featured on Countdown during its infancy, she now shares the presenting duties with Des and has become a TV personality in her own right. As everyone knows by now, she's not just a brainless dolly bird (see 'The Price Is Right', 'Play Your Cards Right' and others for evidence of the genre) - far from it. Carol's main function on the programme is to provide speedy solutions to the show's often difficult mathematical puzzles which, if nothing else, has enabled her to launch a whole range of books, DVDs and computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhnPrihrI/AAAAAAAABvA/DuF0zfzLZZo/s1600-h/susie-dent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 16px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhnPrihrI/AAAAAAAABvA/DuF0zfzLZZo/s320/susie-dent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941191154894514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, there's Susie Dent, resident lexicographer and Queen of Dictionary Corner. Her job is to excel with words in much the same way as Vorderman does with numbers. Though more timid and demure in character than the others, Dent nevertheless carries out her duties with a similarly admirable sense of competency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the three of them, O'Connor, Vorderman and Dent form a tenacious triumvirate, but to add a further element of spice, there's always a guest celebrity to keep Dent company in Dictionary Corner over the course of any given week. With a single opportunity to regale the audience with a well-chosen anecdote half-way through every programme, the choice of celebrity can be key to adding to the show's appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From comedians to politicians, from actors to sports stars, few of the guests in Dictionary Corner fail to disappoint with their stories that provide a happy contrast to the serious business of puzzle-solving. Even Susie Dent herself now has a five-minute slot in which she discusses the origins of words or phrases in the English language that inform and educate in equal measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the contestants, you'll find people of all ages and backgrounds from 8-year-old children to clergymen in their 70's. Many of them go on to become champions in their own right and one never ceases to be amazed by their tenacity and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the concept is simple, the presenters are professional, the celebrities are entertaining and the contestants are inspiring. What's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRjsseR8ZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/vJlQmED92Nw/s1600-h/vorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 8px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRjsseR8ZI/AAAAAAAABvQ/vJlQmED92Nw/s320/vorder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265943483806511506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some may criticise the cheapness of the show - that is to say there's little in the way of glitz or glamour to please the eye. Certainly there are no round-the-world holidays or vast fortunes to be won, but they'd be surplus to requirements anyway. This is a daytime quiz show appealing to people who like to stimulate their brain cells, not be sent into a zen-like trance by the latest talent show or reality TV epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, Countdown is a valuable stalwart of British television that deserves to exist because of its charm and humility. How long it continues to exist beyond the end of the year, however, is open to some debate. As has been well publicised, Des O'Connor is leaving the show to pursue further musical and performing projects while Carol Vorderman is leaving out of protest at the 90% pay cut she was asked to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latter point has created much furore among many of the celebrities to have appeared on Countdown in the past. Esther Rantzen and Rick Wakeman were just two of the personalities to leap to Vorderman's defence by suggesting that Channel 4 have made a mistake in dismissing the presenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the subject of whether she deserves to be paid an estimated salary of £900,000, one has to wonder how enjoyable the show will be without Vorderman along with O'Connor and many of its regular guest celebrities when it appears on our screens in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhu6rsVOI/AAAAAAAABvI/krIdL-VVIGI/s1600-h/whiteley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 16px 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhu6rsVOI/AAAAAAAABvI/krIdL-VVIGI/s320/whiteley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265941322957346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some will be quick to point out that Countdown's popularity remained largely intact after the death of Richard Whiteley (the show's original host) three years ago, but this is potentially much more damaging. I suspect Countdown will survive for a lot longer yet, but there's no doubt it will lose many of its fans as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakened as it may be, this long-running and much-loved programme is sure to go on for one good reason. In a world going ever so slightly mad, it offers that most precious of things - refuge for the weary viewer thanks to the good, clean, harmless fun it provides. Unfashionable as it may be, there's still a place for it on British TV which is exactly why it should be treasured and loved for as long as is humanly possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-1272059400590477628?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/1272059400590477628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=1272059400590477628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1272059400590477628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1272059400590477628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRhVMM0rmI/AAAAAAAABu4/T2oYtpDhM3U/s72-c/countdown-des-carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-5031201336571454714</id><published>2008-11-07T14:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:35:22.001Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monty Python'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Cleese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV List of Little or No Consequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese Shop'/><title type='text'>The TV List of Little or No Consequence #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRLN2khKdI/AAAAAAAABuo/Fx7PxdqA3Ac/s1600-h/Cheeseshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRLN2khKdI/AAAAAAAABuo/Fx7PxdqA3Ac/s320/Cheeseshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265916565662018002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little fermented curd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 43 Cheeses Requested By John Cleese's Character Mr. Mousebender In The 'Cheese Shop' Sketch From Monty Python's Flying Circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red Leicester&lt;br /&gt;2. Tilsit&lt;br /&gt;3. Caerphilly&lt;br /&gt;4. Bel Paese&lt;br /&gt;5. Red Windsor&lt;br /&gt;6. Stilton&lt;br /&gt;7. Gruyère&lt;br /&gt;8. Emmental&lt;br /&gt;9. Norwegian Jarlsberger&lt;br /&gt;10. Liptauer&lt;br /&gt;11. Lancashire&lt;br /&gt;12. White Stilton&lt;br /&gt;13. Danish Blue&lt;br /&gt;14. Double Gloucester&lt;br /&gt;15. Cheshire&lt;br /&gt;16. Dorset Blue Vinney&lt;br /&gt;17. Brie&lt;br /&gt;18. Roquefort&lt;br /&gt;19. Pont l'Evêque&lt;br /&gt;20. Port Salut&lt;br /&gt;21. Savoyard&lt;br /&gt;22. Saint-Paulin&lt;br /&gt;23. Carré de l'Est&lt;br /&gt;24. Boursin&lt;br /&gt;25. Bresse-Bleu&lt;br /&gt;26. Perle de Champagne&lt;br /&gt;27. Camembert&lt;br /&gt;28. Gouda&lt;br /&gt;29. Edam&lt;br /&gt;30. Caithness&lt;br /&gt;31. Smoked Austrian&lt;br /&gt;32. Sage Derby&lt;br /&gt;33. Wensleydale&lt;br /&gt;34. Gorgonzola&lt;br /&gt;35. Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;36. Mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;37. Pipo Creme&lt;br /&gt;38. Danish Fynbo&lt;br /&gt;39. Czechoslovakian sheep's milk cheese&lt;br /&gt;40. Venezuelan Beaver Cheese&lt;br /&gt;41. Cheddar&lt;br /&gt;42. Ilchester&lt;br /&gt;43. Limburger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-5031201336571454714?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/5031201336571454714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=5031201336571454714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5031201336571454714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/5031201336571454714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-list-of-little-or-no-consequence-1.html' title='The TV List of Little or No Consequence #1'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SRRLN2khKdI/AAAAAAAABuo/Fx7PxdqA3Ac/s72-c/Cheeseshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1054965552156020387</id><published>2008-10-31T00:45:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:22:35.134Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Themologists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man Alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Hatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmerdale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crossroads'/><title type='text'>Themologists: Tony Hatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQrOPYPbJzI/AAAAAAAABrg/TWWUW4-0HJA/s1600-h/Tony+Hatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQrOPYPbJzI/AAAAAAAABrg/TWWUW4-0HJA/s320/Tony+Hatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263245878136350514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People Are On The Telly&lt;/span&gt; loves theme music. That's why we have our own &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/SPAOTT"&gt;Blip Stream&lt;/a&gt; dedicated to the best music the tube has to offer. In our our occasional series we take a look at the work of the top &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;themologists &lt;/span&gt;and celebrate their genius. Let's begin with Tony Hatch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinner's favorite son, Tony Hatch is probably better known for the songs he wrote for female vocalist Petula Clarke. The pair released a string of hits including the memorable &lt;b&gt;Downtown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1012278"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1012278" width="100%" align="middle" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatch's first TV theme of note was for British soap opera &lt;b&gt;Crossroads&lt;/b&gt;. The daily tales of ordinary folk at the Crossroads Motel was introduced by Hatch's unmistakable and beautifully simple piano melody which became synonymous with half an hour of total boredom once the tune came to an end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1011405"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1011405" width="100%" align="middle" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was famously cover by Paul McCartney &amp;amp; Wings on their album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venus And Mars..&lt;/span&gt;.  and was often used for the end credits for the programme. Hatch went on to compose many classic themes: &lt;b&gt;Sportsnight&lt;/b&gt;, with its highly energised news theme on speed style that screamed "Exciting sport right now!" Other themes include &lt;b&gt;Mrs &amp;amp; Mrs&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Champions&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Hadleigh&lt;/b&gt;. However, as a soap opera them composer he has few rival's. Say what you like about the programme itself, but almost everyone with a television knows the theme to &lt;b&gt;Neighbours&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Emmerdale &lt;/b&gt;right? The former was written with his one time lover Jackie Trent with whom Hatch enjoyed a successful partnership both in and out of the studio. The latter piece is a particular favourite of mine. At least the original version is when it was called &lt;b&gt;Emmerdale Farm &lt;/b&gt;before they drooped the &lt;i&gt;Farm &lt;/i&gt;and the oboe for that matter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1011105"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1011105" width="100%" align="middle" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These  themes are sat firmly in our collective consciousness. Sadly, like many of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Themologists&lt;/span&gt; we will cover on this Blog, the music will endure far longer than the names behind them. Almost everyone you meet will recognise the tunes featured on this page. Few however, will know who is responsible for them. We'll finish on perhaps a lesser know piece by Tony Hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary series &lt;b&gt;Man Alive&lt;/b&gt; was a long running current affairs programme on the BBC which began in the sixties and continued into the eighties. Check out the &lt;a title="Wikipedia page" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_Alive_BBC_TV" id="hkut"&gt;Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; for more information on the programme itself. I don't really remember too much of the show but the them tune is terribly familiar and an absolute belter in my opinion. Next time you're walking in the metropolis, pop this in your ears and enjoy the city. Take it away Maestro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="BlipEmbedPlayer" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="100%" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="blipId=1012985"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.fm/_/swf/BlipEmbedPlayer.swf" name="BlipEmbedPlayer" play="true" loop="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" flashvars="blipId=1012985" width="100%" align="middle" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Tony Hatch Official Site." href="http://www.tonyhatch.com/index.htm" id="uf0m"&gt;Tony Hatch Official Site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-1054965552156020387?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/1054965552156020387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=1054965552156020387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1054965552156020387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/1054965552156020387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/themologists-tony-hatch.html' title='Themologists: Tony Hatch'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQrOPYPbJzI/AAAAAAAABrg/TWWUW4-0HJA/s72-c/Tony+Hatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-90338327882362127</id><published>2008-10-30T10:54:00.022Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:01:16.791Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Brooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Sachs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Brand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgina Baillie'/><title type='text'>They Walk Among Us: Ross &amp; Brand Meet The Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQmWlJ4UWiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/glFbvpUvZ0M/s1600-h/deadset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQmWlJ4UWiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/glFbvpUvZ0M/s400/deadset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262903204610595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Britain has become infected. A swarm of freaks walk among us.  Befuddled and aimless, they shamble through existence feeding off the misery and humiliation of others. I am talking about The Bleaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bleaters revel in public outrage and thrive on contempt for other human beings. The Bleaters swarm from one moral panic to another, feast on its remains and infect others with their virus. They exist in all walks of life. They are builders, housewives, call centre workers, middle managers, senior managers, journalists, politicians. The list is endless. So desperate are they to give meaning to their own lives that they will happily poke their noses into other peoples, searching in vain for validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their latest feast is on a 78 year old actor who was a victim to a very crude and extremely public practical joke by a comedian and a chat chow host. The perpetrators (Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand) have become objects of hatred by The Bleaters. While their favourite newspaper's circulation balloons, they gorge themselves on the crass ineptitude of and for a few moments, forget about house repossessions,  global economic collapse, 50,000 Congolese rendered homeless because of civil war and countless dead from an Earthquake in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross &amp;amp; Brand is a classic, obvious case of mass delusion. It harks back to happier times when things like this mattered and it protects us from the reality of these uncertain and unpleasant times. Its an excuse for news editors to move away from the gloom and depression and swell the coffers a bit with some mindless tittle-tattle. It's an opportunity for politicians to blame someone else for something else or to promote their own agenda which probably has something to do with the TV Licence and shares in commercial television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQmWo4PhwrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WQsLxnEVkMc/s1600-h/randb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQmWo4PhwrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WQsLxnEVkMc/s400/randb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262903268595581618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing them up is this mass of flesh, this rump. An ever expanding demograph of outraged, pointless boneheads who are only too happy to be angry and disgusted about anything they see or hear as long as someone has told them about it first. At the time of Ross &amp;amp; Brand's outburst, only two people complained. The thousands of others only heard about it in the Tabloids. Some would have read the transcripts, other seen the clips on YouTube and letched over the 23 year old burlesque dancer. However, only two of them were actually listening and were able to judge the incident in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7IHJ66wj9g"&gt;its full context&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone else allowed Sky News and the Daily Mail to establish it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest media driven moment of BBC bashing and moral outrage is a perfect example of self consumption. The story is no longer about Ross, Brand, Sachs or his granddaughter Georgina Baillie (who couldn't get herself down to the Sun's studios quick enough). It has become a story about the story. The Bleaters have gone from complaining about the story to becoming the story itself. They are gorging on their own flesh like cannabilistic Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How glorious then that the schedulers at E4 chose to run Dead Set through the week with almost conspiratorial timing. Charlie Brooker's Zombie horror show tells the tale of the Big Brother House's attempt to survive a Zombie outbreak. While aficionados of the genre should approve, no one should lose sight of the real horror. We are all eating ourselves and screaming out in anguish while we watch it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq9o-UZCZeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq9o-UZCZeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-90338327882362127?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/90338327882362127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=90338327882362127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/90338327882362127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/90338327882362127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-walk-among-us-ross-brand-meets.html' title='They Walk Among Us: Ross &amp; Brand Meet The Zombies'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQmWlJ4UWiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/glFbvpUvZ0M/s72-c/deadset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-8574779158616069521</id><published>2008-10-24T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:29:00.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Hill&apos;s TV Burp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITV1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Hill'/><title type='text'>Harry Hill Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQF9rTAQfjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GqYykZQJeQU/s1600-h/harry_hills_tv_burp-724548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260624022534651442" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 199px; height: 132px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQF9rTAQfjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GqYykZQJeQU/s400/harry_hills_tv_burp-724548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A glamorous brunette relaxes in her office chair and reaches for the hem of her skirt. Slowly she lifts the hem up her thigh to reveal, the top of her suspender, her naked flesh and… a piano keyboard grafted onto her ludicrously elongated thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday night on ITV but what decade is it and what programme are we watching? Is it the 1970’s and Morecambe and Wise?  Nope, its 2008 and the first of the new series of &lt;em&gt;Harry Hill’s TV Burp&lt;/em&gt; is back on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I’m not actually watching it on Saturday early evening as an antidote to &lt;em&gt;Strictly Come Dancing&lt;/em&gt;. I’m watching the late night narrative repeat on Monday. You can schedule this programme pretty much wherever you like and it doesn't seem out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hill and his production team are exploiting a formula as old as TV itself. The first TV clip show was introduced about two minutes after John Logie Baird invented the Television. Clip shows enjoy the merit of being cheap and of high quality thanks to all the hard work done by the makers of the shows that the clips are from. All that needs be done to finish things off is the links between the clips. So far, so hum-drum. That was until Hill came along and decided to use the format as a vehicle for his own brand of comedy mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is, not only a show as funny as &lt;em&gt;Have I Got News For You&lt;/em&gt; but a lot more accessible. The comedy is cheeky but only in the &lt;em&gt;Carry On&lt;/em&gt; sense. It's not political so is unlikely to rub people up the wrong way. There is no underlying message or agenda. It is the classic example of not sacrificing a good gag in order to make a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated it is difficult, perhaps, to understand how Hill’s surreal style of comedy could work in such a conservative format. However, the show’s real genius is how he merges the links into the clips by momentarily duping the audience into thinking they are still watching the clip only to find Hill wandering in to play Alison King’s (the aforementioned glamorous bruntte) leg like a piano, for example - albeit with strategically placed body doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hijinks don’t end there. Frequently, the actors or personalities will appear in Harry’s world (specifically his studio) or turn up in other show’s 'clips' or take part in an extended gag. Few, who saw it, will ever forget the cataract sequence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qxYhji_sd4&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are set-pieces like this that are too numerous to mention and lose a lot in translation, frankly. You’d have to see them. Which brings us to another reason why this programme is so special. Once they’ve been transmitted, you most likely won’t get the chance to see them again. It takes a bit of doing to get the licences to broadcast all these clips from other TV shows from other networks. The possibility of these episodes being screened beyond the same week narrative repeats are remote and it’s hard to imagine the series being collected as a box set for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what makes the programme so precious, the fact that if you miss it, you’ve really missed it. This is a rarity in today’s on-demand/multi-channel TV landscape and make the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TV Burp&lt;/span&gt; even more special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-8574779158616069521?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/8574779158616069521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=8574779158616069521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8574779158616069521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8574779158616069521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/harry-hill-starts.html' title='Harry Hill Starts'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SQF9rTAQfjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GqYykZQJeQU/s72-c/harry_hills_tv_burp-724548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-7453842772316228003</id><published>2008-10-23T21:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:07:16.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only Connect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria Coren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC2'/><title type='text'>Brain Games: Part 2 - Only Connect</title><content type='html'>It's fair to say that while most TV quizzes are pitched at a level that give the contestant or viewer a feeling of reasonable intelligence, there's also an extreme minority that are capable of inducing so much mental paralysis that you're left with the reputation of a half-witted moron or at best an audience member for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jeremy Kyle Show&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such example is BBC2's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt; which, as discussed yesterday, is aimed at the sharpest academics in the country and considers any interlopers with an IQ of less than 300 to be intellectual timewasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDlYEzx4zI/AAAAAAAABoI/peOFXjHm2-E/s1600-h/oc-title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDlYEzx4zI/AAAAAAAABoI/peOFXjHm2-E/s320/oc-title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260456566539281202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another example has recently surfaced on BBC4 and, ironically, is broadcast the moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt; ends on a Monday night. It's a new series called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; and is already following hard in the footsteps of its predecessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the show has a similar approach to testing your brain to its limits, elsewhere there are a number of noticeable contrasts. For a start, the show is fronted by Victoria Coren, the altogether more affable alternative to Jeremy Paxman whose wit has thankfully been passed down undiminished from her father, the late, great Alan Coren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also no studio audience which makes for a curiously silent programme at times, but is no worse off for it as there's a frequent need to rack your brain for an answer to a question without any interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDluPJPueI/AAAAAAAABoQ/5UevPZ8u7gk/s1600-h/oc-coren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 16px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDluPJPueI/AAAAAAAABoQ/5UevPZ8u7gk/s320/oc-coren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260456947270793698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; also relies heavily on computer-generated captions to show those questions on-screen, and here's where the premise of the quiz is laid bare for all to see. Two teams of three people with a similar interest or background (i.e. Scrabble players, Naturists, that kind of thing) are given a series of clues about a topic which connects them (hence the title of the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Round 1, the task is to guess what that connection is while in the second round the contestants try to ascertain the last missing item in a sequence based on a similarly mysterious subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the programme is a little more generous in its ability to appeal to the viewer as the subjects can be anything from 'American Presidents' to 'Christmas Number 1 Hit Records'. No requirement for having a PhD in Nuclear Physics is required to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; quiz, but a brain that can think logically certainly is, especially in Round 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where each team is presented with a grid showing sixteen words or phrases that can be sorted equally into four subjects. The snag, however, is that some of the words or phrases potentially fit into more than one subject. Take the following example (click pic for a larger version):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDmRQSVD1I/AAAAAAAABoY/OIDWFbmqc2o/s1600-h/oc-grid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDmRQSVD1I/AAAAAAAABoY/OIDWFbmqc2o/s320/oc-grid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260457548872748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick scan of the choices available quickly shows a few possible groupings. 'Bread', 'Lolly', 'Brass' and 'Readies' could all be ways of referring to money, but what about 'Dosh'?  That would make a list of five, so which one belongs to another category?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therein lies the rub. Without the aid of a pen and paper, the teams have only two and a half minutes to identify the unique solution to the puzzle. It looks very straight-forward, but it's deceptively tricky, and as Ms. Coren herself says, a good sense of general knowledge is not enough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final round of the game has a different format but is no less tricky. The teams are given a category up front and are shown four items that fit it - except all the vowels have been taken out and the remaining consonants regrouped. Confused? Here's an example for you to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the subject was 'Film Musicals' and the clue said 'SN GNNT HRN', what would the answer be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said 'Singing In The Rain', you'd be right. In addition, if you watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; and thought it had all the hallmarks of a show that could run and run, you'd also be right. At least that's the popular belief among people leaving comments on TV-related internet forums at the moment, and I for one agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; is a great quiz programme which offers a fun way of exercising the brain and lets you down gently if you don't happen to know some of the answers. The puzzles are perfectly formed, the presenter is splendidly jocular - in fact there's little at all to dislike here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we might take umbrage at the way the BBC seems intent on making us going to bed with migraines through all this mental activity on a Monday night, there isn't really a case to be had. The BBC deserves great credit for giving us two engaging and entertaining quiz programmes to start our week with, and I'm sure many of us are very grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray to God they don't move Mastermind to Monday nights too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-7453842772316228003?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/7453842772316228003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=7453842772316228003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7453842772316228003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/7453842772316228003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-games-part-2-only-connect.html' title='Brain Games: Part 2 - Only Connect'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SQDlYEzx4zI/AAAAAAAABoI/peOFXjHm2-E/s72-c/oc-title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-3049419352639196153</id><published>2008-10-22T19:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:12:24.048+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only Connect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Paxman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC2'/><title type='text'>Brain Games: Part 1 - University Challenge</title><content type='html'>You'd think the programme schedulers at the BBC would have sympathy on the Great British public, but don't you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people across the land arrive home from work on a Monday evening, the first priority for many is to kick off their shoes and vegetate happily in front of the telly. Feet up on the couch and with full glass of Rioja in hand, there's a collective desire to recover from the start of the working week in an atmosphere of cosseted bliss where the TV provides gentle entertainment and mellow pleasantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, then, that the BBC has an altogether more sinister agenda for its license fee payers - to fry their brain with a relentless quiz-based attack on their mental equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP9590ESinI/AAAAAAAABng/eM-thGI_myc/s1600-h/uc-title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP9590ESinI/AAAAAAAABng/eM-thGI_myc/s320/uc-title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260056992647645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt;, the trusty old workhorse of BBC2's Monday night schedule, continues to attract viewers of… how can we put this… a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masochistic&lt;/span&gt; nature. And that's not meant to be an insult - moreover, the sort of people that watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt; seek only to gain personal satisfaction from answering two or at best three of its ridiculously difficult questions during the half-hour it's shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronted by Jeremy Paxman, the show seeks to find the brainiest college or university in Britain just as it has done on and off since 1962. Each week, two teams convene in front of Paxman, a man whose authoritarian style of presentation is at times gloriously brusque to the point of being downright rude. More of which later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions fielded by both teams cover any number of subjects including physics, mathematics, art and history, but all to an academic standard which would preclude the attempts of many ordinary mortals from answering correctly. Indeed some of the questions are so utterly long and convoluted that it's any wonder the show doesn't last twice as long in order to accommodate them. Here's a short example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What term is used for the speed required for an object to travel in a parabolic orbit around a larger body and thus is the minimum speed required to overcome the larger body's  gravitational attraction?&lt;/blockquote&gt;The answer - Scale Velocity - barely does it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Paxman is more sympathetic to those students who fail to provide a correct answer here than to a question about a well-known piece of classic literature of which he considers himself something of an expert. Contestants that prove less competent than he at identifying, say, the opening line to Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing' can expect a response so full of wrath that a lengthy spell of counselling on the part of the respondent is frankly inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP96HgAIB_I/AAAAAAAABno/Km3A29SR0xQ/s1600-h/uc-paxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 16px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP96HgAIB_I/AAAAAAAABno/Km3A29SR0xQ/s320/uc-paxo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260057159060162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's that which makes the achievement of answering one of Paxman's questions so deliciously enjoyable. If you're lucky, your best chance of doing so may come from one of the rare sorties into popular culture that occasionally arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a sizeable cross-section of the population moved nearer their TVs as one when the pictures of three computer game consoles from the 1980's and 90's were shown. Contestants and viewers alike were asked to identify them, and for many the momentary act of remembering a golden age spent playing a Super Nintendo or Sega Saturn was more reason than enough to justify watching the programme in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP96WvAuWLI/AAAAAAAABnw/6hkS8b0Chq8/s1600-h/uc-teams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP96WvAuWLI/AAAAAAAABnw/6hkS8b0Chq8/s320/uc-teams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260057420787243186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But boy is it hard work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt; makes no allowance for ignorance or stupidity. If the programme has any message for its viewers, it has to be that if you can't answer any of the questions, watch something else or shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you take the first option by switching to BBC4 when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University Challenge&lt;/span&gt; ends, you'll only find a slightly less remorseless barrage on your senses than the one you've just experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; merely repackages the quizzical challenge offered by Paxman and Co. in a way that skilfully lulls you into thinking you've found a show which is less taxing on the brain. How wrong you'd be to think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Connect&lt;/span&gt; is BBC4's way of completing your Monday night mental meltdown, and we'll be reviewing it in greater depth tomorrow in the second and final part of 'Brain Games'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-3049419352639196153?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/3049419352639196153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=3049419352639196153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/3049419352639196153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/3049419352639196153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-games-part-1-university-challenge.html' title='Brain Games: Part 1 - University Challenge'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SP9590ESinI/AAAAAAAABng/eM-thGI_myc/s72-c/uc-title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-8167733868035405898</id><published>2008-10-20T22:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:05:08.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Schama'/><title type='text'>Stateside Schama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SPz4QqOP64I/AAAAAAAABmo/piOgOLA6sm4/s1600-h/schama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SPz4QqOP64I/AAAAAAAABmo/piOgOLA6sm4/s320/schama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259351429957544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my absolute intention to write an incisive piece about the new BBC series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American Future: A history&lt;/span&gt; featuring Simon Schama. God knows I tried to focus on the beautiful photography, the well researched narration, and the sheer wonderment of discovering some of the lesser known passages of the USA's past. Yet for all that, I failed miserably for one specific reason... his name?  Simon Schama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, for my sins, a newcomer to the work of Mr. Schama. Perilously little of his previous series - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A History of Britain, Rough Crossings, Simon Schama's Power of Art&lt;/span&gt; - have I seen, but in the wake of other America-related programmes (no doubt scheduled because of the upcoming Presidential elections) it seemed now was as good a time as any to get well acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I found myself strangely distracted by the presenter during the first episode of his new series. It's probably me, and if so, I apologise. I'm not normally one to become obsessed with a person's physical presence on-screen, but in Schama's case I'll have to make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I had to overcome my nagging curiosity: just why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; the esteemed historian look so familiar?  Had I seen him before or was there some mysterious celebrity twin brother of his doing the rounds on TV at the moment?  For five to ten minutes I sat there in front of my TV totally preoccupied with where I'd seen him (or someone like him) before. It was then I realised there was more than a passing resemblance between Schama and Ian McKellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes gone, then, and fifty more to look forward to - all of them, presumably, spent under the strange delusion that Gandalf from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; trilogy was now trying to educate me on the subject of American history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then struck by the palpable sense of seriousness with which Schama delivered his dialogue. Put simply, he reminded me of one of those old men that sits anxiously by their front room window waiting to hurl vitriol at any kid that dares kick their football over his garden fence. Each line was delivered with a tangible scowl and a belligerent air of authority. I suppose it was that which made him such an arresting person on my screen, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt he's a man passionate about the subject he's describing, and his credentials as someone that's studied world history go without saying. I just found him an intriguing alternative to the Michael Palins and Clive Jameses of this world who obviously present a different kind of programme but nonetheless do so with a more positive persona and a lighter touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem I'm being a little unfair. Underlying this struggle to come to terms with Schama the Man I had great admiration for the way he described the resourcefulness of the early settlers in the American West. The tale of how farmers made use of the natural environment, its rivers and wide open spaces for personal gain and prosperity was incredibly enlightening and very interesting indeed. Putting the struggles they faced into a modern-day context, seeking the similarities with the Americans of today, was done with great skill and was typical of the quality documentary-making the BBC remains excellent at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the point I fully intended to make, except the personality - for that is what Simon Schama now is - initially got in the way of my viewing pleasure. Maybe the effect of this sullen-faced professor will wear off as I watch the other three episodes in the series, but for now I'll have to deal with the presenter as an enigma in his own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is without question an historian with as many compelling facets to his character as the very subject matters he discusses, and that makes him the sort of presenter you want to watch again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-8167733868035405898?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/8167733868035405898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=8167733868035405898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8167733868035405898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/8167733868035405898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/stateside-schama.html' title='Stateside Schama'/><author><name>Chris O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451130702323813966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul6ACvnRA3w/TvA2UJx0pSI/AAAAAAAAFGo/TtLciZbUaoQ/s220/coakleyfutbl-twtr-avatar2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHx--ETqRVY/SPz4QqOP64I/AAAAAAAABmo/piOgOLA6sm4/s72-c/schama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-651581457780581225</id><published>2008-10-18T20:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:50:17.561+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sid Waddell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITV'/><title type='text'>Read All About It: The story of Darts on ITV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SPo5nRjXbRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ggOvfYOUCKs/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SPo5nRjXbRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ggOvfYOUCKs/s400/taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258578861797895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This November sees the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Slam Of Darts&lt;/span&gt; on ITV for a second year. The tournament features the best players from the sports' two governing bodies - the PDC and the BDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition represents a rare moment of rapprochement between the two bodies that split acrimoniously in the early 90's. It also emphasises the return of the tungsten ticklers to ITV for the second consecutive year. In fact the Third Channel has announced a deal to screen the Grand Slam on ITV &amp;amp; ITV4 for the next three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there will be further live coverage of other PDC events: The European Championships, the Players Championship and a pro-celebrity tournament. Truly the PDC is making a big step onto a larger stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many viewers will only be familiar with BDO Darts coverage on the BBC or PDC on Sky. There was a time, however, when ITV was the home of the game and it covered it enthusiastically throughout the 70's and 80's. The most prestigious competition at this time was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;News Of The World Championship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The News Of The World was an annual tournament, which began life during the inter-war years. It was the forerunner to the World Championships at the Lakeside in Surrey, which started in 1978. Before then, the NOTW winner was seen as the de facto World Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITV's coverage began in 1970. Early footage shows players with throwing actions which would be regarded as bizarre by today's standards in front of a packed Alexandra Palace teeming with raucous predominantly working men enjoying each others company. Cigarettes and alcohol were in attendance both on and off the oche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the players featured were real darting legends: John Lowe, Leighton Rees, Bobby George and Eric Bristow were just a few names that resonate through the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2x8KE1IQvE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2x8KE1IQvE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV coverage was basic by today's multi-camera swishy graphic standards. However, the site of barmy drunken geezers screaming their heads off is a familiar one to fans of Darts on TV today. Your commentator was sports journalist Dave Lanning whose West Country lilt pre-dates the legendary Sid Waddell, a man synonymous with Darts on TV. Indeed Lanning can still be heard commentating on all the major PDC tournaments on Sky alongside Waddell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The News Of The World was not the only darts competition on ITV. Numerous regional and international tournaments took place on the stage and in front of the cameras. Darts also featured in Yorkshire TV’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indoor League&lt;/span&gt; produced by Waddell. The programme was hugely informed by working men’s culture and featured pub games like Skittles, Shove Ha’penny, Bar Billiards and of course Darts. Take a look at this clip to see how unashamedly, gloriously regional the programme is. They don't make 'em like this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOlEYNlSZ44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOlEYNlSZ44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the decade, coverage of the News Of The World continued, mostly on Saturday afternoon sports show World Of Sport presented by Dickie Davies. The image of the dart player as overweight boozer so classically lampooned by Mel Smith and Griff Rhys-Jones in their classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not The Nine O Clock News&lt;/span&gt; sketch (below) was defined by the News Of The World Championship and consequently by ITV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffFo2Ymrck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffFo2Ymrck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament itself endured until 1990. By this time it had been superseeded by the World Championship. Despite a brief revival in the mid-nineties (to allow Phil Taylor the opportunity to win the trophy) it has been consigned to history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its demise pretty much coincided with the end of ITV's coverage of the sport. After that it was BBC all the way until a small group of elite players (including Taylor) deserted the BDO to form the WDC, which then became the PDC. There are now two World Championship tournaments and a never-ending debate as to which is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90’s proved something of a wilderness period for Darts. While the BDO continued to screen their World Championships on the BBC, Sky soldiered on with the PDC. Eventually it paid off with big TV audiences, massive purses and loud boisterous crowds watching the modern greats John Part, Raymond van Barneveld, James Wade and of course Phil Taylor winning hundreds of thousands of pounds. In 2002, after years of waiting, Sky managed to capture the holy grail of the sport, the nine-dart finish. Something only recorded on the BBC. This time, it was live and somehow it sealed the games renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iid9W82yJr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iid9W82yJr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years the PDC has became bolder in its ambitions and last year organised the Grand Slam, bringing top BDO players to be screened live on ITV. After a lengthy hiatus (interrupted by a one of match between Taylor and van Barneveld, then the BDO World Champion), darts is back and for these who don’t have Sky Sports, there is an opportunity to watch the best players in action for free. Game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITV will be screening the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;European Championships&lt;/span&gt; from October 30th, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pro-Celebrity Challenge&lt;/span&gt; from 14th November and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Slam of Darts&lt;/span&gt; begins the next day. A further tournament will be screened in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itv.com/Sport/Darts/default.html"&gt;ITV Darts official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815160003035636488-651581457780581225?l=spaott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/feeds/651581457780581225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5815160003035636488&amp;postID=651581457780581225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/651581457780581225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815160003035636488/posts/default/651581457780581225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaott.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-all-about-it-story-of-darts-on-itv.html' title='Read All About It: The story of Darts on ITV'/><author><name>Terry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/THt1VDQY9wI/AAAAAAAABUs/zx1-9zwNCK8/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvs_IQYP6tc/SPo5nRjXbRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ggOvfYOUCKs/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815160003035636488.post-1740859341137813926</id><published>2008-10-17T18:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:13:53.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some People Are On The Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Onion Bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article #1'/><title type='text'>Welcome to SPAOTT...</title><content type='html'>Yes, welcome everyone. 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