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Fifty years since the first episode of the Goodies. Worth a celebration (even though it will be tinged with sadness due to the death of TBT) and though that’s a lot of years that does seem to check out. It’s a show that started when I was too young to watch it, so sure, it’s fifty years.
It’s also thirty years since the first episode of Harry Enfield’s Television Programme. That make no sense at all. Surely it was 15 years, maximum. The Goodies is rightly a piece of history, but Harry blowing raspberries in the credits is the present. It doesn’t make sense to me that it started only two decades after the Goodies, nor that three more decades have passed since then. Our lives are swirling down the drain.
When John Sessions died this week I was surprised to find he was 67, but I also thought, well 67 isn’t a terrible knock. It’s nearly 70.
Then I realised it’s only 14 years until I am 67 and suddenly my view of how good a knock that was changed.
Today I took my frankly unimpressive seven day old moustache into the plague pits of London to appear on Sunday Brunch. I’m on the telly all the time these days. I just want to be not on the telly. The moustache is a shadow but it’s clearly a moustache and without any explanation it’s an unusual look. There was no explanation. Everyone just acted like it was normal and meant to be there.
Some of my Twitter followers wondered why I had sent my dad along to the studios. It’s nearly 25 years since Fist of Fun began so I suppose they were experiencing the same disconnect from time as I had been.
I think it went well (there was a brief spike in Amazon book sales, though that might well just be two sales) and I got to eat some nice food, which I tried to take in moderation at my wife was at home preparing a Sunday roast. I failed though.
Shirley Ballas and I disagreed spectacularly about biscuits, though the nation got behind me by 3 to 1 that the ginger biscuit is good. I gave Tim Lovejoy a cursed stone from my field and told Channel 4 Sunday morning viewers about my snooker tournaments.
So I guess that’s some kind of a result for surreality at least.
The kids are loving the Spongebob Squarepants movie, which I’ve already half seen a few times. Worth a look for Keanu Reeves as some tumbleweed. He is doing a great job of doing comedy cameos in other people’s movies and this might have been the part he was born to play.
