Let’s see if you can see where this is going…
I find that Brendan O’Carroll’s Mrs. Brown tends to polarize the audience; either you love it or you hate it. I think it’s great, so does my dad. It’s really old-fashioned panto humour, and he is as sharp as a knife. However, some people seem keen to begrudge him. So on Sunday evening, I showed one of the begrudgers the clip above, as a kind of a told-you-so. (Dad had shown it to me, which is generally a good means of quality control.) And guess what, the begrudger cracked his heart laughing.
Brendan O’Carroll’s Mrs. Brown appears to be the surprise big hit of 2011. It appears that he’s been a big hit with my parents as well, so we all sat down as a family to watch Mrs Brown’s Christmas Special on Christmas night. It had been commissioned by the BBC, and probably had an audience that day of a multiple of the entire population of Ireland. Anyway, the five of us added to that number and it was thirty minutes of quality good-humoured family television.
Have a look at this clip. I was in tears I laughed so hard. Nothing beats a good sing-song.
N.B. Turned out that Trevor, the son who was a prieesht in the Missions, actually turned out to a be a bit of alright.
David Attenborough doing what he does best.
The Monorail Song
No, not exams, Eurovision! Yes indeedy, this year Ireland once more enters the fray, boldly sending the Grimes Twins to to Dusseldorf, in a valiant attempt to regain her Eurovision crown and place it squarely (if such a thing were possible) on Jedward’s incredible coiffured locks.
So naturally Pantibar has risen to the occasion, giving the gays a reason for a hooley in the otherwise dry period (as if, I’ve yet to meet a sober homosexual!) between the AMI and Pride in the form of a glamtastic Eurovision spectacular. It’s based on Panti’s familiar theme of “putting some colour into your poor, dreary, grey lives…”
The brains behind Opus Gei have put this together, and it looks like a hoot. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m off the learn the words to Gina G whilst practicing my hAon Dó Trís…
Six minutes of pure Jane Lynch magic.
I detest Eastenders; it is entirely loathsome. I cannot understand why any sane human being would willingly subject themselves to multiple doses of human misery by tuning in every week. And it’s not just normal misery; it’s misery on speed, plus poverty, plus misogyny, plus violence, plus aggression. In other words, angry poor people murdering one another. Not only that, it’s unrealistic; there is no way that any place could be that horrible, or could sustain that level of murder over such a prolonged period. There would be simply no one left to kill.
I know there are some pretty terrible urban centres in the UK, but surely it has to be exaggerated; surely no where could be that bad. So why do people watch it? Is it to make their own miserable lives feel better? Or does Eastenders actually speak to the great British unwashed? Are poverty, aggression, misery and violence the fundamental characters in their language? Or is it just entertainment?
Several years ago, when it was announced that the London Olympics would be taking place in the East End, I held a faint glimmer of hope. Maybe they could film a live episode of Eastenders, in which the RAF bombed Albert Square flat, in order make space for the construction of an Olympic Stadium. It could be an amazing live finale, as millions of people turned in to watch that horrible cesspit of misery and aggression implode on itself, helped out by a couple of F16s. How fitting, and just imagine the ratings! As of yet though, there doesn’t appear to be any such grand finale, and the Olympic village is well under construction. Perhaps I should write a letter to the BBC…
P.S. Charlie Brooker has written a fantastic column about Eastenders latest storyline, which was got me thinking of this in first place. Read it here.
I’ve just seen this on TV, and it is absolutely brilliant! It’s an ad for a company that makes television ads, and apparently they are rather good at it. It just goes to show that it’s really about how you sell yourself. I particularly enjoyed the bit when the dog started driving the kids to school.
I wonder should I make an ad for myself, so that some tall ginger fella will consider adopting me.
As I’m sure you will all know, I have great time and admiration for that fantastic British comedy duo: The Two Ronnies, and for Ronnie Barker most especially. It was with great sadness that wordsmiths around the world learned of his passing, some two years ago. He really was a marvelously clever and funny big man. I adore his wordplay, and he was instrumental in my realising that smart people could be funny, a fact that I had overlooked while in was being bullied in school. Alas, Ronnie Barker is no more, living on only in television reels and youtube clips, and in the hearts and minds of millions of fans.
However, a bird in the hand is better than two in Shephard’s Bush and it appears with this in mind that the BBC made a new series, starring Ronnie Corbett, The One Ronnie. Or more so it was because Ronnie C has turned eighty this year, but my God does he still look marvellous in drag. Anyway, here’s a sketch from the new show; fans will of course recognise it as an homage to the Fork Handles and Ice Cream Parlour sketches. Ronnie Barker might not be around to write them anymore, but it’s just as good.
Two Ronnies expressing Christmas familial sentiment. “Still you can’t have everything, can you?”
A BBC April Fool’s report from 1957. Just goes to show that with the right accent, you can get away with anything.
Gerry Claffey, this one is especially for you.