(Series 9, ep.19) Christine’s descent back into alcohol hell was fairly predictable, given that not an episode goes by without she gazes longingly at a bottle at some point. I blame her handbags – they are conveniently big enough to conceal a bottle or a wine bag. She should go either small bag or string bag and there’d be far less temptation.
However, the bag situation is what it is and Christine’s situation was that she woke up next to a tattooed man whose name she didn’t know, and her bedroom carpet had been ruined by red wine.
Christine’s reputation was about to go the way of the bedroom carpet, when she was late for a meeting with Darren’s social worker and didn’t tell her about Darren’s penchant for pervy photography.
George was optimistic. “The occasional defeat doesn’t mean you’re losing the war,” he said. He didn’t know about Christine crashing her car and walking away (in odd shoes) at that point. Though he did know about the boozy breath and fuzzy teeth. Continue reading
With today’s announcement that licence payer funded channel BBC3 is for the axe, social media is divided about whether the cost cutting move is the right one. Whilst I’m all for brand new up and coming talent being denied opportunities so that Eastenders can have more car crashes, it has to be said that BBC3 has dished up some decent (and admittedly not so decent) material in the past.
Our Man In The North is donning his nostalgia hat and taking a reflective look back at some of the shows born of BBC3. Shows as globally popular as Little Britain, Gavin and Stacey, Torchwood and Anthea Turner’s Perfect Housewife (No? Just me then…) made their humble beginnings on the channel and, whilst Snog Marry Avoid suggests otherwise, BBC3 is undeserved of its reputation as a peddler of trash TV.
For every Don’t Tell The Bride (which incidentally gave me some GREAT ideas for my own wedding. Dressing the sisters in law as goblins was inspired) there was a fantastic documentary such as Tough Young Teachers, Tourettes: I Swear I can Sing, Young Soldiers and Growing Up With Downs. Far from being the inane programming BBC3 was famed for, the documentaries that were hidden amongst the schedules could be deep, moving, thought provoking and groundbreaking and, whilst a scroll down their documentary history presents other titles such as Eastenders Sweethearts: The Story of Sonia and Martin, Britain’s Worst Teeth and Table Dancing Diaries (in which paperback journals give some very erotic lap dances, I assume), there have been some true gems.
Perhaps BBC3’s biggest legacy will be its germination of genuinely decent comedies, some of which went on to reach huge success. Little Britain propelled the overgrown baby from Shooting Stars and his comedy partner to worldwide fame and I know people still years on tell their customers that their computer has said no, and offer diners some dust at dinner parties. And, whilst I was never personally a fan, there is no denying the unexpected juggernaut that was Gavin and Stacey, a sitcom that took Britain by storm and has inflicted James Corden on us ever since, was a major success. The Mighty Boosh spawned a limited phase of obscure comedy, of which only itself was any good and programmes such as the fantastic Uncle, being shown now, are destined for big futures. BBC3 acts as a starting platform for promising new talent and content that other channels have simply not taken the risk on. Take away this platform and we naturally will lose a great deal of potential. Continue reading
It is almost unheard of for a positive soul like myself to post two negative blog posts in a row, which is why I went for the safe option of reviewing Mr Creek’s all new adventure, comfortable in the fact that I had yet to sit through an episode that I hadn’t enjoyed.
The past tense is not accidental, it pains me to say. The preview promised the return of a mystery/comedy, but it failed to deliver on both, leaving a lacklustre hour of sadly predictable and cliche television.
The main gripe must of course be the fact that there wasn’t a mystery to solve. The episode centred around a hammy actress (kudos to the apt casting of a former Hollyoaks star here) who was stabbed in the street by the wife of a stage hand who fancied her. Instead of reporting the stabber to the police, she was persuaded to cover her injury up, with the help of a makeup artist who put prosthetic skin over the wound (honestly, I’m not actually making that up). Continue reading
When my lovely gran had to move into a home, we were amazed to discover it had a hairdressing salon tucked away down a corridor. Nobody ever seemed to use it, so we did. Which is brave of her, because I’m very much an enthusiastic amateur. I’d cut her hair as she sat and swivelled in the chair like the cool woman she was (see left). That’s not MY haircut by the way, she’s a gay young thing here obviously, but I’d cut it along those lines when she was in her eighties. She looked great with the vague bob, which was all I could do, and she hated ‘salons’. So I’m loving watching Hair (Wednesdays, 9pm, BBC3) – in which a group of talented amateurs are set a series of Bake-Off like challenges. But instead of flour, spun sugar and Mary Berry, you’ve got blockheads, drawers of hair extensions and Alain Pichon (no I’d never heard of him either – he cuts David Beckham’s hair apparently). Also, floating presenter Steve Jones (not sure why he’s involved to be honest, he’s got no hairdressing background as far I can see, and he’s no Sue Perkins) and second judge, royal hair tweaker, Denise McAdam. Continue reading
(Series 16, ep.21) Keller has acquired a new little wing which was temporarily dubbed the “Tressler Neurological Wing,” as it was funded by Dr Posh’s dad. I say “temporarily,” because by the end of the episode the nice new sign was being removed and Tressler flounced off after calling Selfie a loose cannon.
What had happened to provoke this reaction? It seems it was Selfie’s habit of letting patients with a very poor chance of survival clutter up beds. It’s “not a good look” for a showcase neurological facility, apparently. So it’s goodbye to Tressler Sr., but what will Selfie do with himself now his neurological wing is no more? He’ll have to find something else to do, because gazing mournfully at “Zoshy” and frightening Sacha are not full-time occupations, and he never seems to do much administrating. Continue reading
(Series 28, ep.27) In this week’s Casualty, Robyn impaled her foot on a rake chasing a mysterious man who’d been ironing a shirt in her house without permission. He was a nice man, though, and he held her hand while Jeff sawed off the handle of the rake, and again when she was unimpaled from it in the ED.
Obviously she was a bit curious about him. He didn’t act like a burglar – apart from the being in her house for no good reason and running away when challenged – after all, who breaks into a house to iron a shirt?
It turned out that his name was Ben and he was the son of Robyn and Max’s landlord. Finding himself homeless, he let himself into one of his father’s properties and had been living in the loft for a few days. “I thought we had a poltergeist,” said Robyn, chuckling at the absurdity of it all like they do at the end of Scooby Doo when they find out the phantom shirt-pressing poltergeist was actually only the landlord’s son. She’s now given Rita the task of putting in a good word for Ben to get him a job at Holby. Continue reading
(Series 9, ep.18) We know that Dynasty Barry is most certainly not the first Barry to have been interviewed by the police, but she’s the first one who’s been interviewed by them for a job and not as a suspect. However, despite doing probably the best interview they’ve ever seen (watching the elegant way she dealt with all the questions, I was thinking that scene should really be shown in schools to help future job-seekers), she was still haunted by being a Barry, as the woman interviewing her knew about her dad, who is currently banged up for armed robbery.
The key question (apart from the diversity one, which Dynasty handled beautifully by saying she had a sister who’d once contemplated a sex change, and that hadn’t thrown her) was whether she’d be able to arrest a member of her family. Dynasty had a little think – the question was rather less hypothetical for her than it would be for most people – and the answer was a resolute yes. Continue reading