Never Mind the Buzzcocks: filthy Hound & Dirty R2D2

I think I’ve wibbled on this point before, but I’m not keen on programmes  that carelessly lose presenters then have a series of guest ones. It’s feels like having multiple foster parents to me. Even though the idea of the delightfully barking Simon Amstell as a ‘parent’ is patently ridiculous. Non-regular hosts make me feel insecure. Even the capable hands of Jack Dee could not contain the hyperactive, narcissistic, attention seeking idiocy of Jedward, which felt like a show where the lunatics had bought the asylum as a theme park.

So, despite my enduring love for the adorable Noel Fielding, when I saw that Terry Wogan was going to be hosting Never Mind the Buzzcocks, I almost didn’t bother watching. I guess, partly I feared it might be sentimental and a bit schmaltzy, but I was wrong.

It was a terrifically funny, silly show that swiftly descended into pure filth and remained joyously in the gutter for an entire splendid thirty minutes. It was like unexpectedly seeing your headteacher off duty and off his tits, telling blue jokes at a wedding. Not that Sir Terry has not been known for naughty mischief in the past especially hosting the Eurovision Song Contest. Nor was he inebriated in any way, he just seemed de-mob happy and thoroughly enjoying the bawdy talk around him. He was also sharply and enjoyably rude about David Bowie and Chris Moyles.

The main culprit behind getting the smutfest going was Rufus Hound, with a riff that’s untranslatable in written form, about R2D2 giving a blow job to a gold covered chocolate microphone. (I quite fancy Rufus Hound, is that wrong?). The other guest on Phill Jupitus’s team was James Blunt. I know everyone in the media seems to hate him. I’ve never heard his music and hold no particular view about him, but he plays a good straight man, and doesn’t seem to mind sending himself up.

And for those who believe Sir Terry wears a wig, something always  vehemently denied, I’ve always thought it was his own, poorly cut. Post retirement, he finally seems to have found a hairdresser prepared to use some thinning shears, and it’s a vast improvement.

Posted by Inkface


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4 responses to “Never Mind the Buzzcocks: filthy Hound & Dirty R2D2

  1. Qwerty

    I feel like I’ve woken from a very long coma: last time I saw Buzzcocks Mark Lamarr was still presenting. If I’d known Tezza was presenting I’d have been all over it. Yes Inky, it’s slightly wrong to fancy Rufus Hound or indeed anyone with a non-funny punning name. Eg men aren’t allowed to fancy Minnie Driver.

  2. inkface

    Ok, I didn’t get the memo on that Qwerty, but I’m clear now.

    When you woke from your coma, did you find yourself in the shower with Bobby Ewing?

  3. pauseliveaction

    Just watched this last night – it was hilarious. Terry Wogan is so sharp, he’s very funny. I’d be happy to have him as the ringmaster permanently.

  4. So glad you flagged this one up Inkface – really enjoyed Terry in the chair. More BBC, more! (as Sir Tel used to say…)