Well the British Comedy Awards event , in its 21st year, finds itself two new homes – on C4 and at the Indigo venue at the O2. About time, some might say, that it grew up a bit. And has it? Well here’s a shot of the presenters of the first award; a big Irishman with a dwarf on his shoulders. Now I happen to think Dara O’Briain is brilliant and that Warwick Davis is a hugely talented comic actor but this was as close to a visual Jim Davidson joke as I’ve seen in recent years. Mature? Not really. Bizarre? Just a little. And these weren’t the only odd things on the night.
Have you ever seen Premiership managers Avram Grant and Gerard Houllier on the same touchline? Of course not because they are one and the same person. Foreign, misunderstood and unloved by their English peers and the club fans alike. They both have a disliking for the English winter weather, cloaking themselves in the largest club puffa jackets and scarves (occasionally thrown into the crowd), spookily both in claret and blue! Same hang-dog expressions caused no doubt by the constant rumours that their jobs are on the line. One works for a Randy Lerner; the other for a randy expert.Both haunted by the spectre of that bloody Martin O’Neill !!!
I blame that Jane Fonda. I’m not being funny girls but I can’t open a paper or turn on the TV without seeing yet another new workout DVD being promoted. Loads of them. From Coronation Street’s Beverley Callard and Debbie Rush, to Davina McCall, Rosemary Conley, Nadia Sawalha, Kerry Katona (sigh), Chantelle Houghton and the Strictly Come Dancers. And of course it’s already possible to buy dozens of others already on the market from those respected gurus of fitness and healthy living like er Jessie Wallace and Natalie Cassidy.
Recognise him? Of course you do, it’s old Vic the 9th Duke of Devonshire in his ceremonial gear as Governor General of Canada. They get around these aristocrats. And it’s that thought that’s got me thinking. Regular readers will know that I do ponder on the bigger issues in society.
Well Xmas TV has been its usual mix of mad soap plots, crappy game shows, listings of the best/worst adverts etc, sport and old films. It’s always a bit more disappointing than you anticipate of course. My wife C likes a good movie over the hols and in the last few days we’ve watched one or two. The Horse Whisperer, starring a still handsome Robert Redford in his denims and cord jackets was particularly appealing to her for some reason.