I wasn't the biggest fan of the first series of Green Wing, but people I highly respected insisted that it was good so I watched the opening episode of the second series on Friday night with bright, untarnished eyes. It was still rubbish. Not thoroughly rubbish, but, at best, hit-and-miss. With differences in performance styles, down to the fact that the actors have been cast due to their popularity in other well known series (loved by me too- Brasseye, Black Books, The Book Club, etc), it doesn't hang together. Plus it combines the deathly and darkly sexual themes of Jam, with the extreme silliness of a bad sketch show like Smack the Pony, under the aegis of character-driven comedy, ending up only very occasionally funny. Sorry, honoured friends, but I disagree with you on this one. Watch My Name is Earl instead.
Noel Edmonds got my goat so much on Parkinson on Saturday that I thought I might have to give up Deal or No Deal in protest. He was such an arrogant, pompous twat, I almost punched the telly in frustration. How that man reveres himself, blaming others for his absence from our screens. Like Alan Partridge incarnate. I decided not to take it out on DOND though, resolving instead, should I ever bump into him, to set fire to his beard.
So, a bit disappointing this weekend, particularly without American Dad and Family Guy last night. Some embarrassed amusement was had at Strictly Dance Fever, but even that started to pall after a while. If I'd wanted to watch bad dancing, I'd have actually gone out to some sort of bar and waited till closing time. Or had someone film me on my phone in said bar at closing time. Maybe the whole audition phase of dance and singing competitions, usually my favourite part, is getting to me. To the suprise of my invisible double, I turned over the cavortings of the deluded, wondering whether this was all becoming a bit boring and like laughing at the handicapped. Perhaps it's just the BBC's appropriation of Endemol-style formats which feels bady judged. What a great move by the government to renew the licence fee as long as the Beeb keeps on producing "more entertaining" programming - or, to put it another way, "less critical of New Labour" programming. I can just imagine Tony and Tessa snuggling up in front of Just the Two of Us and Davina.
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Could Anne Robinson wean you from Noel on her methadone teat? I tried her out today but to no avail - the turkey neck is no competition for the tidy beard; going back to WL after DOND is like going back to the Sega Megadrive after PlayStation 2. Check out noeledmonds.com for details of Noel's equine welfare projects and belief in Cosmic Ordering, a subject on which he will be publishing a book later this year. He'll be in a turquoise shellsuit warning us of reptilian humanoids before we know it.
Thanks for the Edmonds website tip. I love the fact that he actually has the theme music from DOND on it. He is so on the edge of an Icke-like episode, its not even funny. In response to your enquiry about The Weakest Link, I think that the format is half -dead, its been going for too long -much like dear old Annie herself. Anyway, WL clashes with Richard and Judy, and I literally cannot get enough of being flabbergasted by Madeley's social gaucherie.
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