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Sad to see that Supergran has died. She was a McCandle in the McWind. Possibly more upsetting is that I am more or less the age that Gudrun Ure was when she took on this role.
But I can do the accent and am happy to wear a ridiculous Tam O Shanter so I hope I will be in consideration if they decide to reboot the role. I know a lot of stick in the mud feminists believe that Supergran should be female, but it's time for the men to take one back and Supergran was always very gender fluid. But most importantly, I can do the accent.
Catie was out tonight doing stand up - how could she leave me single parenting for such a frivolous reason - but the good news was that I could slip in a cheeky Twitch of Fun for the first time in a few months. There weren't loads of great stories - aside from Noel Edmonds somehow wearing odd shoes, even though one show as lace up and one slip on which you'd think would have been a giveaway - but I had fun trying to find stuff and had had a good suggestion from Twitter about a vicar who preached that Jesus had an erection on the cross.
By the time I'd got the kids to bed I was very tired. Just after the kids' bedtime is always the most wearisome part of the day, especially at the moment as Ernie is very scared about imminent zombie attack and ghosts coming through the blocked up door in the corner of his room (which to be fair, is pretty scary). Tiredness can be the improvisational comedian's friend and sometimes the stream of consciousness is filled with beautiful goldfish and mermaids, but sometimes it's largely composed of turds. Either is entertaining to look at from a distance though.
I watched a few more episodes of Cheers which remains almost entirely lovely and excellent and the opening titles remain endlessly fascinating to me. It shows what you can do with something very simple, which still bears repeated, almost infinite viewings. Who are those people? How would they feel about being made famous posthumously (or at best very late in their lives). I think the guy who looks like Stan Laurel and my grandad might actually have one of the most recognisable faces in the world (maybe not so much now, but when the show was at its prime - and even now I think most people could tell you where they knew him from) and yet he probably never knew about his fame. It's haunting and poetic and a lovely tribute to him, whoever he may be.
Noticing the buttons on the gentleman behind him's clothes made me wonder where those buttons are now and how many buttons must have been made in the history of mankind and where the fuck they've all gone.
You don't get this with Saved By the Bell - though those titles produce a different kind of angst about lost innocence and weird actor names. Ah Screech, why did you have to die?
As so often the ones with people you might not have heard from can be better than the ones with stars and Katie has some great stories about growing up in a showbiz family.
