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Greg Scott Talks About Life as a TV Warm-Up

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Greg Scott is probably best known as one of the hosts of ITV’s Quizmania, but he’s also spent part of his career warming up TV audiences. I caught up with Greg to take a look at this little-known corner of the television industry.

How did you get started in the world of TV warm-up?

Well, after leaving school in 1985, I started writing to every producer on earth, asking them to try me out as a presenter. There wasn’t anything else I wanted to do! In late 86, I had a letter from the future big cheese of all ITV, David Liddiment, who was Granada’s Head of Children’s Programmes at the time.He asked me if I’d ever considered warm-up - and even though my dad had warmed up for shows, it wasn’t something I’d ever considered myself. I went in for a meeting and came out with my first telly job - as a warm up!

Your first warm-up job was in 1987 on the Children’s ITV show The Ultimate Machine, so what can you tell us about your experience on that?

It was a blur! We recorded six shows over 5 days. It was a programme about the workings of the human body. Fascinating and entertaining, it was! The presenters were first timer, Christopher Beck, and Jackie Spreckley who had formally hosted a number of shows for BBC Manchester. Unusually for a programme, we had the same kids in the audience for the whole series. Some of them got a bit familiar and cocky as it went on, giving it a bit of lip and suchlike! But overall, it was a massive learning curve. I got through. And when the red light came on, I watched the presenters like a HAWK, trying to pick up tips and tricks. Every day was a school day!

So, you’d made your break into the world of warm-up, but what was your main goal?

Well, you do it to HOPE you’ll be spotted by the right people to eventually land a show of your own where someone ELSE will do the warm up. It does happen (Bradley Walsh, Brian Conley, Michael Barrymore, Peter Kay and others)… but it didn’t happen for me. As for the job itself, there’s no glory! But that said, in recent years, you will occasionally see warm ups credited. Never used to happen. I do think I was one of the first though - After 10 years on Countdown, I started having my name popped on the end credits. Don’t recall that ever happening before to anyone else!

What happens when you realise you’re facing a tough audience?

There CAN be times when you face a true battle. Despite the tickets being free and peeps having a night out for nowt - You can still face a sea of miserable faces. And it’s strange, it’s either the ENTIRE audience who seem sulky, or no-one at all! Thankfully though, the vast majority of the time, everyone is “up for it”. In later years, I came up with a nice wee trick… I would go out to the audience waiting area, say hi to people and start the warm-up OUTSIDE the studio, which was a lovely way to win them over from the very beginning.

What are the differences in approach, if any, when warming up an audience of children compared to an adult one?

Fart jokes. Kids love farts, poo and having their friends humiliated. That said, the audience for Take Me Out liked virtually the same things. Having worked on shows from Take Me Out to my old faithful, Countdown (I did 13 years there in total), methods used would vary greatly. From whipping a crowd into a frenzy, to gently tickling them along - You would adapt your schtick to the nature of the show. It’s just a case of weighing up your audience as they come in. It’s an acquired skill!

Just how far should you warm an audience up?

You’ve got to be careful not to upstage the show you’re warming up for. I don’t think there’s one warm-up who hasn’t been told to “not be as funny”, because they’ve been going down better than the show the audience has actually come to see! It’s getting the balance right, getting the crowd right for the show, without burning them out for when the red light comes on. I’ve been to a few recordings myself and known when the warm-up has been told to reign it in because they’ve been so “over” with an audience!

Can you make a living simply from being a warm-up? Or is it more a case of being another string for your bow?

At the time I did warm ups, I always had a secondary job, from hosting radio shows to presenting gameshow pilots. But there are some warm ups (Andy Collins and Stuart Holdham to name a couple) whose main living is made from warming up. They work on countless shows between them. Probably a nightmare during Covid as audiences weren’t a thing for a couple of years. In fact, Countdown has now decided to continue without an audience. Everything is dubbed in now.

I noticed on your, rather extensive, CV that you warmed up for Wogan, so what was it like warming up for the big man?

I was overwhelmed. I pinched myself when I walked into the studio. When the audience strolled on in, I had butterflies like never before, and when I got to introduce one of my absolute heroes (Terry!) to the assembled masses, it was beyond belief. Such a thrill. I was only 23 when I worked on Wogan and I’d only been warming up for about 18 months. I went in not knowing if I could actually pull it off. But I was offered a few stints, and was I going to turn them down? NO WAY! I could have died a death and been put off warming up forever more. But it went just fine. And Terry was incredibly complimentary after the first ones. That meant THE WORLD.

What was your favourite moment during your warmup career?

Heck - There’s been many! But I would have to say, the time I took my daughters to watch The X Factor at the Liverpool Echo Arena (as the venue was called then). It’s a LONG story - But the short version:

We went along to watch the show. The usual warm-up guy was trapped on a broken down train. He knew I was there and phoned me to say that he was going to be late, he’d spoken to the show’s boss, Mark, and he was expecting me at the side of the stage, in one minute, to brief me. And that, within 10 minutes, I’d be in front of 5,000 people, warming them all up! That’s precisely what happened! My kids were both sat there, open mouthed, as Daddy brought Louis Walsh, Tulisa, Nicole Scherzinger, Gary Barlow and Dermot O’Leary into the arena! I have to say, I was rather open mouthed too. It was a whirl of hypertension! But I loved it! And was disappointed when the full-time warm-up fella eventually did turn up!

Thanks a lot for your time, Greg!

For more, see: www.gregscott.tv and @GregScottTV


First Impressions: Crown Court

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Lunchtime television in Britain is a peculiar beast, prone as it is to serving up peculiar fluff including half the features on Pebble Mill at One, forgotten oddities such as Raw Energy (see the clip I uploaded to YouTube for damning evidence) and a whole gaggle of preschooler’s television alongside equally ubiquitous gameshows. This is partly due to the scattered demographics watching: the retired, the stay-at-home parents and young children; a landscape which ensures that the vast majority of the public are rarely exposed to these shows.

Occasionally, though, some of these programmes make more of an indelible mark on our viewing habits. Doctors, of course, has been running for 22 years now, and I would argue my last shilling that most of the country have watched at least one episode. Another is Crown Court, a programme which ran for 12 years on ITV, and one which I had never seen a single second of. This would make it just perfect for another (assuming you've ever read the Curious British Telly fanzine) installment of First Impressions.

I was only 18 months old when Crown Court’s final episode aired in March 1984, so I had grown up completely oblivious to its judicial offerings. However, a number of those wonderful souls that I follow on Twitter are several years older than me and had grown up with Crown Court. For many, their encounters with Crown Court had been the result of lying on the sofa (or settee as they were called them back then) whilst off school with a cold and clutching a glass bottle of Lucozade.

And there was an undeniable fondness for Crown Court, despite it not exactly being a child-friendly series. And those who were more knowledgeable about the series told me you could dive in anywhere, given that each serial ran for no more than three episodes and contained (mostly) unique characters with no callbacks. But this is First Impressions, so I went back to the very start. And, unbeknownst to me, I was watching the pilot episode Doctor’s Neglect? which was not transmitted during the series’ original run and went unaired until Legal TV broadcast it in the 2000s.


The first thing to strike me about Crown Court was the regal elegance of the opening theme, which I shall soon be petitioning to have included during the coronation of our next monarch. However, as is often the case with pilot episodes, this was not the theme used in the series proper (Sinfonietta by Janáček, 4th movement) but an unnamed composition. Anyway, with these rousing and authoritative tones still ringing in my ears, it was time to start digesting the nature of the case at the heart of Doctor’s Neglect?.

The episode begins with a series of black and white photos – narrated by the prosecutor Jonathan Fry QC (David Neal) – playing out the fate of Arthur Simpson, a man in his mid-40s who is taken to Rudkin General Hospital following a minor car crash and then, after an initial assessment from Dr Warner (Jeremy Bulloch), leaves without notice whilst awaiting his x-ray results. Collapsing outside in the street, Mr Simpson is rushed back into the hospital but later dies on the operating table.


This edition of Crown Court centres on a civil case and, as such, there is no jury. It’s a mild inconvenience that the pilot opens with this approach, and indeed the first transmitted serial also did, as there’s much joy to be gleaned from the fact that Granada used real life members of the public to sit in as the jury – aside from one actor due to Equity demands – and, in most cases, come to their own judgement. But, you know, this is very much a first world problem, so I’ll cease my griping before you feed this blog into a shredder and make me sleep on the results.


Overseeing the case is Justice Waddington (), a dusty and old-fashioned gent, but one with a reputation for fairness and integrity within his courtroom. Representing Mrs Simpson (Petra Davies), and going up against Rudkin General is Jonathan Fry, a confident, intelligent barrister capable of lacerating those in the dock with each flick of his tongue. Battling the might of Fry, with a generous helping of friendly rivalry, is James Elliot QC, () a barrister from a different mould, whose calm approach is disarming in its ability to wheedle out convincing conclusions. Elliot’s aim is to both clear the name of Rudkin General and protect the career of Dr Warner, a capable clinician but one with a tendency to dip into incandescent rage when pushed.

So, what did I think? Well, the first episode, hmmm, it feels a little… arid? All serials need time to warm up, but this first installment undertakes a laborious trudge to establish the basics of the courtroom and the case. It’s crying out for a gentle tease that dangerous undercurrents ergo drama lies ahead. But no, much of the episode is, instead, turned over to Mrs Simpson detailing life with her husband and a medical expert explaining the standards a hospital should maintain. A brief respite from this formality comes, 3/4 of the way into the episode, in the waiting room where, away from the plaintiff’s ears, Dr Warner reveals that a frisson of romantic rejection may spell danger for his defense. Maybe, just maybe, the press of drama is about to start squeezing the juice out of Doctor’s Neglect? 

And, oh yes, the second installment of Doctor’s Neglect? is overflowing with juicy drama. It quickly kicks into gear with a visibly strained Dr Warner taking to the stand to provide his testimony. At first, his counsel builds his confidence and easily dispels his fears that a court environment serves only to magnify the negatives. Fry, however, has Warner lashing out within seconds as he boxes him into the corner and lays bare Warner’s short fuse. Next to take to the witness stand is Nurse Dowling (Jacqueline Stanbury), a discarded lover of Warner’s who, until this point, has mostly consisted of nothing but a series of awkward glances directed towards Warner. And, no spoilers, it’s a brief slip of the tongue from Dowling which threatens to gift Fry his most straightforward case since prosecuting that fellow with a swag bag over his shoulder.

In comparison to its preceding installment, the final episode is a slight comedown but certainly no less enjoyable. Warner continues to battle with Fry to save his career, but with Fry suddenly called away on urgent business, it appears his understudy may well let this simple catch slip through his fingers. Drama of a less legal variety also emerges outside the courtroom as Warner and Dowling show signs of rekindling their casual romance, and there’s also a nice hint that Mrs Simpson has been indulging in more than legal assistance with Fry. Waddington delivers his verdict that… well, just watch it, and there’s time for some quick banter from the dewigged barristers before the credits roll.

Despite its slow start, Doctor’s Neglect? soon sucked me in thanks to the script from Paul Wheeler – who went on to write several more episodes of Crown Court– which, although far from complex, contains some excellent dialogue that the talented cast sink their teeth into. So, have I reached a verdict? Yes, Crown Court is guilty of making a fine first impression on me. Being a pilot, not everything made its way through to the series proper, and it’s far from perfect, but the seeds of intrigue have been sown and I will most certainly be back for more.

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Book Review: Play School Annual (1985)

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Back in the pre-internet age, parents knew there was one Christmas present guaranteed to generate a beaming smile from a child: the TV tie-in annual. A cheap, simple purchase, the TV tie-in annual provided a much welcome extension of children's TV shows and, more importantly, kept the children occupied whilst their parents cracked on with cooking Christmas dinner. And there were lots of them. At least 62,000. Probably. Anyway, with that brief overview in place - let's face it, we all know what an annual is, it's time to look at the 1985 Play School annual.

Quite when this annual, priced at £3.25, was released is a mild mystery. It's copyrighted as 1985, but there's no specific year attached to it. Maybe it came out at the end of 1984 for 1985 or perhaps it was a late 1985 release for 1986. If I were particularly perturbed by this mystery, I could no doubt dig through old issues of the Buttons comic to hopefully glimpse an advert. But, frankly, I've got better things to do with my time, like admiring the front cover of the 1985 Play School annual. It was almost de rigueur for TV tie-in annuals to sport fantastic covers, but this one really takes the genre to new levels. Fred Harris, Carol Chell, Big Ted, Little Ted, Humpty and Iain Lauchlan brandishing a guitar, what more could you want?

The front cover bodes well for a cover-to-cover Play School extravaganza, but... uh... well... it's only really Play School in spirit. Out of the 61 pages, only two, yes TWO, contain the stars of the programme - a two-page spread of The Toys' Favourite Photographs featuring Jemima as a mermaid, Little Ted as a wizard and Big Ted as Superman. Aside from this meagre offering, the rest of the annual is merely Play School in tone, and I found this disappointing. Well, as much as a 39-year-old man can be disappointed in a 37-year-old annual aimed at the under-fives. But a little more Play School would have gone a long way, just imagine the wonder of Fred Harris' Summer Drinks recipes...


Some of the content may well have originated in the programme - or even in the pages of Buttons magazine - but as with a lot of annuals, it's too generic to mark it out as a legend of the game. For example, the Follow the Jungle Trail game is the wonderfully simple game that a 1985 pre-schooler would love to play, but it could have easily slotted in to half a dozen different annuals as filler. The same goes for activities such as making a bus conductor's ticket machine, the ticket song and the curious tale of Goat at the Wedding. All very cutesy, but it says nothing about the Play School experience.

Children, thankfully, aren't as cynical as us life-hardened adults (or maybe it's just me) and they would have only been too pleased to have unwrapped the Play School annual in 1985. Sure, they would probably have been thrown to the wayside once they unwrapped either their Masters of the Universe or My Little Pony toys, but the contents of this Play School annual have just enough to keep it relevant for the intended audience's mindset. And, for tragically demanding TV anoraks like myself, it's got a sublime front cover which will exercise your nostalgiapezius muscles like little else.

Grange Hill Revisited

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Today's post is, drum roll please, a GUEST POST! And it's all thanks to the inner workings of Elly-Mae Gadsby's noggin.

As a child I wasn’t allowed to watch a lot of television. I am an only child and, as such, was pushed into each and every club available. Because of this I would treasure my televisual viewings, elevating them to something greater than they possibly were in some cases. Much of this I viewed with my late mum, and so although my experiences were somewhat limited, they were carefully curated.

I’m certain I didn’t appreciate this at the time, but I now see that the comedies, dramas, music shows and murder mysteries I viewed when I was younger made me develop a discerning eye where television is concerned. One programme which stood out for me was Grange Hill. It was unlike anything I had seen on television. Many of my peers were not permitted to watch, as some of the subject matter was deemed unsuitable; it was the opposite in my house.

I was actively encouraged to watch and discuss what I had just seen; how had it made me feel, did I understand, could I see that the behaviour was less than ideal? These conversations made me feel that my opinion mattered. And seeing people not much older than me on television had a huge impact. For the first time I was seeing other children from “broken homes”; an awful term but one which was still applied to those families whose parents had divorced or separated. There was only one other family in the same situation at my junior school, so I felt hugely reassured by this important inclusion.

Grange Hill truly was ground-breaking; it showed school life predominantly from a young person’s viewpoint and had real, flawed, likeable, loveable, relatable, memorable characters. I wanted to be best friends with Fay and Annette. The fact that you can put the name “Roland” in front of virtually anyone around my age (21. Ish. Obvs) and they will, with glee, pronounce it “Row – LAND” is testament to the brilliance of this show some 30 years on. Topics such as teacher infatuation, child abuse, teenage pregnancy, accidental death, racism, bullying all featured; but were dealt with in a way which didn’t scare the viewer. It drew them in, gently, and had a healthy dose of light-hearted comedy moments.

Grange Hill also gifted us two of the best on-screen teachers; Messrs. Baxter and Bronson. Mr Baxter was the no-nonsense PE teacher; strict but always with his pupils’ best interests at heart. He was respected by peers and pupils alike and showed some extremely caring moments towards his charges. Mr Bronson was a force of nature; fastidious, extremely high standards; not a typical Grange Hill teacher (he had been inherited in a merge with Rodney Bennett and Brookdale where, at the former, he had taught French and Latin). And he wore a toupee. Children can have a cruel streak and this brought out both the best and the worst in them. And yet we eventually see a human side to him, almost a kindness.

This programme showed pupils demonstrating, striking, debating; all to have their voices heard. It showed how even the most despondent and forgotten of students could respond in the hands of a good teacher. It wasn’t afraid to illustrate the consequences of the pupils’ actions as we saw in its most shocking and memorable storyline: Zammo’s decline into drug addiction. This included a huge campaign with the characters visiting the White House and having a hit single, Just Say No, again evidence of just how important and influential this programme was.

It's always a risk to revisit a pre-loved show, especially from one’s childhood. So much is tied up in nostalgia and not necessarily quality or content. However, when BritBox started airing Grange Hill I couldn’t resist. It is with much relief I can report that it didn’t disappoint. As an adult, I can more easily acknowledge and appreciate just how remarkable this show was. So many of its actors have gone on to other programmes or had lasting careers in other areas such as directing or producing. Some have dabbled with music careers but we’ll gloss over that…

Grange Hill was, and is, a very special show and I am so grateful that I was allowed to watch it. Perhaps mum did know best.

Twitter: @gaddersll

Some Vaguely Interesting Loft Finds Relating to British Television

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I recently asked my mother if she could search out my GCSE certificates - for some work-related thing - but, unfortunately, she couldn't find them. However, whilst she was sifting through the loft she did find a few folders relating to paperwork concerning my childhood. And, just to prove my long-term dedication to the cause, there were a few bits and pieces in there which related to British television.

1. 1992 Letter from the BBC re: Doctor Who


It would appear, as I can't even remember writing the letter, that I got in touch with the BBC in 1992 to ask when exactly would Doctor Who be back on our screens. This query, as the response shows, concerned both repeat runs of the classic series and new seasons. The BBC, as you can see, were rather non-committal, most likely as they didn't want to break the heart of a nine-year-old boy. But at least they responded, although it's most likely a stock response, aside from a reference to the repeats I had also queried. (click on the photos for full-size images)

2. Signed Postcards from Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred


I certainly remember writing to the BBC and requesting signed photos of Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred, although I can't remember if this was whilst Doctor Who was still in production or just after it was put on hiatus. Regardless, it's a fond reminder of a time when Doctor Who meant absolutely everything to me. It's also nice to see the official BBC Doctor Who compliment slip - tiny things and all that. The Sophie Aldred one clearly has a printed autograph on it, but the McCoy one looks like it may actually be hand signed (with a pen which was clearly running out and not suitable for a print run).

3. The Shoe People Fan Club Certificate


There was a real buzz in the playground about The Shoe People when it first aired back in the late 1980s. Everyone seemed to love it and we were treated to an abundance of merchandise from books, videos and onto chocolate bars. I was such a fan that I ended up joining the fan club; I'm not 100% sure what the membership pack consisted of, but I'm pretty certain there was a membership card, some stickers and a pencil. What I am 100% certain of is that there was also a certificate, as this was another one of the finds from my haul. Strangely, barely anyone mentions The Shoe People today, so I may have to go and watch a few episodes...

Anyway, this is all there was. No doubt there are a few more things up in the loft, but I suspect they'll remain hidden for another couple of decades. However, it got me thinking, which interesting bits of correspondence/fan club bits and pieces have my readers held on to that relate to British television? If you're able to get a decent picture/scan over then I might end up sharing them in a future post.

Mug Review: Doctor Who (1987)

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I originally received this rather splendid mug back in the late 1980s, and it provided me with drink after drink for close to 25 years. And then someone broke it. The culprit was never apprehended, despite a widespread police investigation and public appeal, but I eventually acquired a pristine replacement. Anyway, here it is, you may have had one yourself back in the day. In fact, you may still have one. Either way, it's a fantastic way to enjoy beverages hot or cold.

The design is typically late-1980s Doctor Who with the Sylvester McCoy-era logo taking pride of place at the centre of a tight, clean box which the strong, defined lines of a TARDIS are bursting through. John Nathan-Turner, no doubt, would probably have been horrified by its anti-gaudy aesthetics but, 35 years on, it remains a bright, punchy design which instantly sweeps you back, through the dimensions of space and time, to the classic-Who era. Sure, 1987 - in the Who universe - wasn't anything to write home about, but McCoy's tentative steps there would boldly grow into some of the best that the series took.

And as a drinking vessel? Well, it's a ceramic mug. My coffee tastes fine in it and I couldn't really ask for any more.

Astronauts

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What's this? Astronauts? A sitcom written by Bill Oddie and Graeme Garden? And there's more? It was script edited by Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais?

Yes, that's right, it's not April Fools Day at Curious British Telly, Astronauts is a bona-fide sitcom, one which is shot through with a comedy pedigree of such renown, it's a surprise hardly anyone's heard of it. And Astronauts is a series which has made a decent stab of establishing itself, with two series airing and a DVD boxset of the entire thing emerging in 2012. Nonetheless, a recent mention of it on the Curious British Telly Twitter feed resulted, mostly, in a procession of puzzled faces, punctuated only occasionally by someone who vaguely remembered it. So, Astronauts, what's it all about and what's it like?


Britain is finally entering the space race, and it intends to do so in grandiose fashion by breaking the space endurance record. All that its astronauts need to do is spend six months in space, should be easy, right? Unfortunately, for the well spoken Commander Malcolm Mattocks (Christopher Godwin), the equally refined tones of Dr Gentian Foster (Carmen du Sautoy) and the rich Yorkshire brogue of technical officer David Ackroyd (Barrie Rutter), these will be six of the hardest months they've ever faced. They're not on their own, of course, as there's a fourth astronaut in the form of Bimbo, a shaggy terrier. And, down in ground control, the whole operation is overseen by ex-astronaut Beadle (Bruce Boa).

The main problem facing our astronautical protagonists is the eternal boredom of life in space. Once all the excitement and flashbulbs of the launch are over, it's time for the crew to find out there's very little to do when you're crammed into a small space with a handful of people you barely know. Whilst the crew are all assigned various projects to undertake, there's a mind-numbing amount of downtime to contend with. Sleep remains out of reach, and the speed with which they fly through time zones is equally disorientating. Naturally, this strained existence soon leads to tensions between the crew, most pointedly between the middle class outlook of Mattocks and the working class Ackroyd.


In amongst the bickering, however, there's also time for the plots to get more involved and, you know, actually go from point A to C and back to B before, quite by accident, reaching D. Foster is tasked with venturing outside the space station to repair a damaged aerial, all whilst receiving technical instructions from a poorly Ackroyd who's eaten too much ravioli. Mattocks, meanwhile, is discovered sending scrambled messages as part of a secret mission he's been tasked with called Project Sparrowhawk. In perhaps the most dramatic storyline of Astronauts, the crew encounter a Russian astronaut also orbiting the earth and gradually build a firm friendship with him. And, of course, there's the small matter of getting back to Earth.


Produced by Witzend Productions - which was part owned by Clement and La Frenais - Astronauts was originally developed for ATV, but, by the time of the second series, ATV had lost their ITV franchise and Astronauts'final outing came under the watchful eye of Central Television. 13 episodes were produced with the first series airing in 1981 and the second coming in 1983.


Astronauts
had been in the periphery of my curious gaze for sometime, although it somehow evaded my 50 British TV Comedies From the 1980s You Forgot About article. Nonetheless, I eventually found time to delve through several episodes to work out whether it lived up to its promise. And... well... despite a slow start it gradually picked up.

Everyone loves a rocket launch and, as such, the first episode gets off to a good start, but once in orbit around Earth, you do start to wonder where the series is going. Oddie and Garden try to ratchet up the tension between the crew members, but, at this point, there's little chemistry between Mattocks, Ackroyd and Foster. Accordingly, the comedy also falls flat, with most of it turned over to a rather weak 'joke' whereby Beadle refers to himself as 'Pooh' and the crew 'Piglet' - a gag which persists through the series.

The next couple of episodes focus on the minutiae of life in space under cramped, testing conditions. It's a situation which is the very definition of what makes a successful sitcom, opposing personalities trapped together with nowhere to go. And, as many have pointed out before me, there are certain parallels with Red Dwarf. However, whereas Grant and Naylor nailed this premise with unerring accuracy whilst combining it with engrossing narratives and richly drawn characters, Astronauts struggles to take its story or characters anywhere.


Instead, the characters spend their time sitting around struggling to relax or sleep. Yes, it captures the relentless fatigue of life in space, but all too often it seems to be at the expense of the viewer's enjoyment. Thankfully, matters start to pick up towards the end of the series. The penultimate episode may consist of little more than the crew getting drunk on illicitly made rum, but it's a fun break from the slower-paced episodes. The final episode takes things further by finally delivering classic Oddie and Garden farce, whilst remembering to include a plot which keeps the viewers onboard. Reaching the end of the series does, however, require a certain amount of patience in 2022. But stick with it and the second series develops the promise of Astronauts'first series.


Yes, the gag rate isn't a roaring success - with even the studio audience struggling to find the energy to laugh at times - but the depth of the narratives and chemistry between the crew has certainly improved for Central's run of the series. The first episode may struggle to move beyond the inanity of the astronauts' experience, yet again, but the second episode suddenly brings some gravitas and intrigue. Mattocks' secret mission irks Foster and Ackroyd, and whilst Foster is somewhat sidelined in the script, it provides a fine opportunity for some class clashes between the male astronauts - Bimbo remains relatively neutral. The strongest episode, and certainly the most emotive, is 'We Are Not Alone' which ends on a downbeat, yet poignant note and feels more like a comedy drama.

Astronauts is far from a perfect sitcom and there are countless others which I would rather see available on DVD, but there's still plenty to intrigue fans of British comedy. Some commentators have remarked that the series suffers from not being a full on Goodies production. And, sure, there are similarities between the character's dynamics, but nothing which is resolutely trademarked by Messrs Oddie, Garden and Brooke-Taylor. Yes, there's a need for more vibrancy in Astronauts but this is more in the wit stakes rather than the performances, with Godwin, Rutter, du Sautoy and Roa all putting in performances they can be proud of.

Ultimately, it's unlikely I'll revisit Astronauts but, for us completists of British comedy, it still represents a satisfying tick off the list. Also, a quick question: did anyone feel like the 'theme' to series one sounded similar to the start of Astronomy Domine by Pink Floyd? Or was it just me?

10 Hours of the Chock-a-Block Theme

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I was rather bored yesterday, it was Sunday after all, so I decided to do something productive with my time. Not surprisingly, it resulted in a 10-hour video loop of the theme tune to Chock-a-Block. And, as I think you'll agree, the result was more than worth it.


Square Deal: Consumer Rights Advice from EastEnders in 1991

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I've encountered some curious offshoots of British television in the last 10 years, but one of the most unexpected oddities to land on my desk is easily Square Deal. Produced by the Office of Fair Trading in October 1991, it was a publication put together with the aim of empowering the average consumer with a comprehensive look at their consumer rights. On it's own, it's far from a scintillating subject, but the Office of Fair Trading had an ace up their sleeve: they would sweeten the pill by roping in the cast of EastEnders.

There's been a lot of EastEnders memorabilia produced over the years, particularly in the early days of the soap, but Square Deal isn't one which is regularly mentioned. In fact, Google brings up absolutely zero mentions of the glossy, 32 page magazine. Is it lost to the mists of time? Well, it was. Luckily, a loyal follower of Curious British Telly recently got in touch to see if I'd be interested in taking a look at it. They had acquired it, back in 1991, after seeing it mentioned in a comics trade magazine and writing off for a copy. It was an interest mired not necessarily in consumer rights issues, but more that it contained cartoons by the likes of Hunt Emerson. And, 30 years later, they popped it in the post to me.


The machinations of life in Albert Square and consumer rights issues are far from natural bedfellows, so Square Deal as a proposition is an intriguing one. It starts with a quick "Hello!" from Peter Dean where he explains, flanked by a cheery picture of Pete Beale with a handful of cherries, explaining that:

"The Office of Fair Trading has invented some likely situations for EastEnders to bring you information on consumer law, how to get value for money for goods or services, how to complain when things go wrong, plus loads of other handy tips which should help you get a square deal"

Sadly, it would appear that the actual input of the EastEnders cast is absolutely zero, aside from the usage of their photos and names. But, lets be honest, they were probably too busy filming and speaking to the Radio Times to get involved with something as niche as Square Deal. Mind you, I'm sure it earned the BBC a few shillings to put in the coffers for the EastEnders Christmas party. However, for a fan of British television, it's far from a disaster in terms of content - the myriad photos alone make for a nice snapshot of EastEnders during its, relative, infancy.


As a consumer rights publication, it's certainly a handy tool due to vast swathes of content packed into its pages. And, you know, it's kind of fun and a little more engaging to read up on the best ways to complain when the example used is Pauline Fowler buying a faulty iron. Not every feature dips into the EastEnders theme and, as such, the finer points of APR regulations are less likely to leave a mark with an EastEnders afficionado. Regardless, the EastEnders palette is in high demand and, lawks a lawdy, there's even a crossover section where Esther Rantzen, in her That's Life guise, deals with the many consumer problems facing the residents of Albert Square.


The purest success of marrying EastEnders and consumer rights is achieved within the cartoons of Square Deal. Although some of the cartoons use generic characters, there are still several that contain 100% genuine EastEnders cast members. Providing not only literal caricatures of the characters, they're also shot through with a nice dose of comedy. Under the Barry Cryer Emergency Comedy Act of 1972, they may not equate to comedy gems, but they're as chucklesome as three panel strips on consumer rights can be. My pick of the bunch are the Dot Cotton strips by Graham Higgins.


So, Square Deal, well, it's a magazine which certainly confounds and catches you off guard with its constituent parts being inexplicably joined together. Nonetheless, unlike oil and water, they just about, if you really use your imagination, come together. And, whilst it certainly has a whiff of the generic about it, it's also absurd enough to provide a pleasing novelty. Having the opportunity to flick through the pages of Square Deal may not have changed by the life, but it's certainly made it richer. And it's finally answered that eternal question of just how Ian Beale managed to buy a jumbo-size freezer when he started his catering business.

If there's anything particularly bizarre that you've picked up over the years related to British television, then please get in touch and maybe I'll feature it on the blog!

Random Episode: Our Backyard (19/06/1985)

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In this edition of Random Episode, Ben Ricketts sniffs out an elusive episode of the mid-1980s lunchtime children's programme Our Backyard.


Produced by Granada Television for ITV, Our Backyard ran for 52 episodes over the course of two series between 1984 - 85. And yet, despite a healthy a number of episodes airing, very little is known about the programme. All that exists online are a handful of vague recollections and the opening titles on YouTube. But surely I, with my curious memory, remember Our Backyard and have a rich set of memories with which to expand on its story. Well, no. Although it's plausible I sat in front of the TV and watched it, I can't remember a single thing about Our Backyard.

Curious British Telly, however, doesn't like to leave its readers bereft of hard evidence and insights regarding forgotten shows. Therefore, I decided it was high time I dug deep and presented something on Our Backyard. Unfortunately, footage is scarce, very scarce. But not non-existent. I have, in fact, had contact with someone directly involved in the production, and they've confirmed they still hold copies of multiple episodes. At the moment, though, no copies have exchanged hands, but there's a chance something will happen in the future. Thankfully, the BFI hold a single episode in their archives and, yesterday, I headed down there to watch it.

The episode of Our Backyard which features at the heart of this edition of Random Episode is entitled The Picture Show, an episode which kickstarted the second series on 19th June 1985. As with all episodes, it centres around the goings on in the backyard of a Northern household where Jean Burston and her young daughter Laura live with their friend Peter Lorenzelli.

The Picture Show starts with Peter taking the washing off the line and folding it up ready to iron. Peter's folding antics don't go unnoticed by Jean and Laura who are doing some painting. With this inspiration in place, Jean instructs Laura to fold a piece of paper in half and cover one half in blobs of paint. This alone would be rather unremarkable, but Jean then reveals that the magic comes when you press the two halves together to create a butterfly effect. Peter, not to be outdone, then demonstrates that by dipping pieces of string in paint. sandwiching them between a piece of paper folded in half and then pulling the string out, you can create some wavy patterns - or what Laura says looks like "mittens".

Peter takes these paintings to hang up on the washing line, so they can dry, and whilst he's busy with a pair of pegs, it's time to introduce the puppet section of the series. Boris and Doris Macaroni are an elderly pair of puppets - operated by the black light puppet maestros Susan Kodicek and Ros Cerny - who either live next door or in Jean and Peter's house, it's not entirely clear from this episode.

Anyway, Doris is intrigued by the paintings that Peter is hanging up and resolves to head inside and paint a picture. However, disaster strikes when she knocks her green paint all over a cushion and Doris is left distraught. Luckily, Boris soon turns up and, with all the expertise of a seasoned spouse, firstly cheers her up with a quick hand puppet show and then reassures her that the stain is, in fact, a rather pretty pattern and a sense of joy returns to their lives.

Back to the yard, and Peter is now busy ironing with, what must be said, a rather splendid Morphy Richards iron of the era, all whites, browns and chunky orange buttons. We have to watch Peter ironing for probably a minute too long, but this chore soon turns into a wonderful song entitled The Ironing Song with choice lyrics such as "Iron to the left, iron to right, see the washing clean and bright". As Peter sings and irons, two members from The Band Next Door emerge from underneath a wooden table in the background to wreak havoc with Peter's ironing - covertly sneaking ironed items back into Peter's 'to iron' pile.

With Peter's ironing, eventually, completed, it's time to wrap up the episode. Laura and Jean just have time to demonstrate another method of painting, this time it's the old 'blowing paint across a piece of paper with a straw' technique. Peter hangs this final picture up on the washing line and then it's time for the end credits, over which a cheery "Goodbye from Our Backyard" song plays.

Our Backyard, judging by this episode, is a typical mid-1980s pre-schooler's programme and provides a nice accompaniment from the big hitters of the era. I've always been a big fan of Kodicek and Cerny's puppetry, so it's fantastic to see some more of their work, especially when it's ingrained with their idiosyncratic charm. But Our Backyard is more than just this puppet interstitial. There are songs to sing along with, activities which can easily be transferred into the hands of any young viewers at home and, most importantly, a pair of leads who bring a familial charm to the series. Hopefully, one day, I'll get to see a few more episodes and write a more in-depth article.

Erasmus Microman

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Ah, Erasmus Microman! Now there's a television programme I've been meaning to watch for years and years and years! Somehow, despite my love of time travel based sci-fi programmes, I completely missed it when it aired on ITV at the tail end of the 1980s. But what's life without a few mistakes, eh? Anyway, I've been determined to cover it for several years, and it was destined to appear in one of my books on children's TV, but this never quite happened. Redemption, though, is finally here, and it's time to tell you all about Erasmus Microman.

First off, I must address a common misconception regarding the series. The title character, played by the late, great Ken Campbell, goes by the name of Erasmus Microman and his surname is, in fact, pronounced as it looks and not "Meecroman". I suspect this confusion has arisen from the theme tune which, due to its strangled vocal delivery, pronounces it "Meecroman". However, the character (and the rest of the cast) all say "Microman" so, if this article achieves anything, then at least we have this fact in place. Along with the bonus fact that I'm a pedant of the highest order. Anyway, the actual programme...


Erasmus Microman
is a tale of two series, being both similar and yet markedly different at the same time. The first series begins with Ben (Nicholas Pickard) and his sister Jane (Thea Redmond) bored rigid in front of the television, watched over by their parents - an actual pair of mannequins. However, life is about to get more exciting for Ben and Jane. For, from out of nowhere, Erasmus Microman suddenly pops up in their television set, and changing the channel won't get rid of him. The good news is that he's there to wake them up and take the pair on an adventure.

After climbing into the television, thanks to some form of physics-defying magic, Ben and Jane slide down into Microman's spaceship, where this enigmatic 1005-year-old tells them that he studies science all day - at the moment, he's working on a round of toast. Bread-based culinary delights aside, Microman has much more to offer Ben and Jane: he wants to show them that boring, old science can be fun.

And, thanks to the magic of time travel, he's going to take them to meet some of history's finest minds. Along the way, they'll discuss displacement theory with Archimedes, seek advice from Isaac Newton on Gravity and, for dessert, get to the bottom of relativity with Albert Einstein.

Microman has to bid farewell to Ben and Jane at the end of series one, a reluctant goodbye brought on by his new job: inspecting black holes in the outer reaches of the universe. He tells Ben and Jane that he hopes to see them again one day, but for now must he must go. Before he leaves, though, he has a gift for them: a pair on mindstones - representing beauty and knowledge - which he found on Venus. Ben and Jane are then transported back home where, for now, they must remain with theiir mannequin parents.


At the start of series two, it's revealed that Microman's new position also includes carrying out security checks at asteroid detention centres, a duty which Microman has failed to fulfil. And this means the megalomaniac Dr Dark (Ken Campbell) has escaped to Earth, where he intends to rid the planet of technology and knowledge - a move he claims will rid the world of fear. Coupled to this, Dr Dark is also busy distorting history by kidnapping Charles Dickens, robbing Socrates of his ability to speak and erasing the existence of hieroglyphics. Thankfully, Microman isn't alone as he's now joined by Spike (Tobias Best), Millie (Naomie Harris) and Tosh (Simone Kennedy).

Erasmus Microman was the first independently-made production for Granada, coming courtesty of Mirageland, a production company set up by former World in Action producer John Slater. Speaking at the time of the series' debut, commissioning executive David Liddiment told the press that the aim of the programme was to "entertain and inform a young audience on the subject of great scientific thinking through the ages". The first series was written by Stephen Trombley with Gary Hopkins taking over script duties for the followup. Before the first series aired, however, there was time for some controversy to gather around the production.

Nabil Shaban - best known as Sil from Colin Baker's Doctor Who tenure - revealed, in early 1988, that he had been approached to take on the role of Erasmus Microman. However, this was offer was allegedly withdrawn at the behest of Mirageland, on the grounds that Shaban's visual appearance would be too frightening for younger viewers. This accusation, according to theatre boss Alistair Ramsay (who was negotiating Shaban's release for recording Erasmus Microman), was refuted by Granada and John Slater with the official line being that Shaban's performance simply wasn't strong enough. Equity become involved in the row, but quite what the resolution was appears to be lost to history.


Controversy covered, it's now time to move onto the programme. Footage of Erasmus Microman online is non-existent, the best evidence of it at present is a slice of Children's ITV continuity which mentions it's on later that afternoon. I have seen some mentions that an episode, or at least the intro, was on YouTube at some point, but this clearly disappeared years ago. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to get a private viewing of an episode last year (hence the screenshots in this article) and, earlier this week, I headed down to the BFI to watch some more episodes. So, what did I think?

The first series is, on the face of it, an educational programme, but it's less a defined learning tool - such as an ITV Schools programme - and more of a, to coin a modern phrase, a product of the edutainment genre - see also Eureka. I suspect the emphasis on learning would have put a few viewers off, although this was the age of four channels and they likely had little choice to watch if they didn't fancy what Children's BBC had to offer. But, you know, it's far from a borefest and I even learned a thing or two - who knew that Einstein was offered the presidency of Israel?


The learning, therefore, is digestible enough and it's joined by some interesting flourishes. Microman's spaceship is the epitome of late 80s sci-fi design, all grills, black surfaces and bright, white lights - it wouldn't have looked out of place in an episode of Red Dwarf, if you want to measure its aesthetics. And there are also some nicely absurd touches, most notably the mannequin parents and the trippy time travel sequences.

A slight drawback, with this series, is that Ben and Jane have little to do aside from tossing a few questions towards Microman and the scientists - a move which limits their depth, but one which is unavoidable given the format of the programme at this point. The actor playing Ben, Nicholas Pickard, went on to become the perennial Hollyoaks fixture Tony Hutchinson, but Thea Redmond appears to have done little since, aside from some episodes of Jackanory. There's also a lack of Microman at the heart of the episodes, with Campbell having to take a seat for the bulk of the episodes whilst the scientist orates - somewhat of a waste given his talents.


On to the second series, and this is where Erasmus Microman really kicks into gear. The introduction of the Dr Dark narrative produces a more engrossing pull and, although the educational aspect remains, it feels the show has made a deliberate move to bring in more viewers.

And it does this with aplomb. Campbell's acting talents get the chance to shine with a pensive and dramatic performance as Microman, one which demonstrates Campbell was more than just a funnyman. His turn as Dr Dark, too, deserves kudos for its chilling villainy and underlines the difference between the two series in bold. It's also important to point out the boost the series receives with the introduction of Spike, Millie and Tosh, a trio of talented young performers who bring plenty of sass and character.

There's also a moral and ethical message at the heart of this series. The first series did cover such matters, an example being when Einstein explains how his early work inadvertently led to the nuclear attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But the second series brings the influence of technology squarely into focus. Dr Dark's mission, although mostly aimed at him taking control of the planet, does highlight the dangers of technology. Dangers which Microman has to acknowledge, but is also able to provide a counter-argument which extols the benefits provided by technology and communication. 


I had a slight issue with the end of series two, in as much as it being anti-climatic and perfunctory rather than being fiendishly plotted. This is far from a spoiler, but the manner in which Dr Dark is defeated fails to amaze. Denouement aside, though, the second series of Erasmus Microman demonstrates what the programme is capable of. Indeed, I feel that a series dedicated entirely to Microman's character, without the educational aspect, could have achieved even more. After all, a mysterious, centuries old individual travelling through time with young companions surely has some mileage in it, right? And perhaps its time to look at this particular elephant in the room.

Much has been made of Ken Campbell's audition for the seventh iteration of Doctor Who and his subsequent appearance in Erasmus Microman. And there are undeniable parallels between the two characters. It's also intriguing that, when the second series of Erasmus Microman aired, the Microman character had evolved into a darker, more introspective character, mirroring Sylvester McCoy's transformation in his final season of Doctor Who. Taking this intrigue a little further, it's interesting to note McCoy had earlier appeared as part of the Ken Campbell Roadshow, so the connections between the two are more than evident. However, I wouldn't swap McCoy out for anyone and the two characters stand on their own two feet.

Erasmus Microman is unlikely to receive a commercial release, as it doesn't have the requisite nostalgia value to make it viable. But it's a quirky programme, one which is shot through with rewarding idiosyncrasies and some fine performances. It also needs applauding for taking on the challenge of making education fun, two opposing terms of the highest order. Trawling through the archives of British television isn't always fun, but programmes like Erasmus Microman have enough curiosity value to keep me digging.

If you happen to have some episodes of Erasmus Microman, then please get in touch as it would be great to get some up onto YouTube.

News at Twelve

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Most children, at some point, pretend to put on their own TV show from within the junk-filled confines of their bedroom. At least, that's what they did in the pre-internet age. These days, all they have to do is jump in front of a webcam and, before they know it, they're broadcasting to millions and putting my lifetime earnings to shame by the time they're seven. As you can tell, I'm not remotely bitter.

Anyway, back in the late-1980s, there was, in fact, a minuscule chance of a bedroom broadcaster succeeding. Well, as long as it was based within the realms of fiction. And that's exactly what News at Twelve is. Wait a minute, News at Twelve? What on EARTH is that? Are you sure you're not thinking of News at Ten? You know, on at 10pm, the iconic bongs of Big Ben and Trevor McDonald's cooler-than-a-cucumber charm? Nope, I genuinely and ABSOLUTELY mean News at Twelve.

But I wouldn't blame you for thinking I was cracking up, for News at Twelve is perhaps one of the most obscure programmes this blog has covered (and, boy, have we covered a few). It's yet another programme where footage is hard absolutely impossible to find online, but, yet again, I've gone the extra mile for you and watched a few episodes at the BFI.

And, better yet, I've even tracked down the star of the show to dig up some deliciously insightful insights regarding News at Twelve.


The host of News at Twelve is Kevin Doyle (Ewan Phillips), a 12-year old who... well, it's never quite explained how, but somehow he's set up his own news programme. Using his bedroom as a makeshift studio, Kevin reports on all the goings-on in his hometown of Biddlecombe and his school - which is run by the authoritarian Mr Starkey (Patrick Malahide) - with a series of despatches. Choice stories covered include: a look at the appalling breakdown in classroom discipline, a report on the sales fever gripping a local newsagents, an emotional tribute to Eric the goldfish following his death and, over at Kevin's school, there's a scandal when two pupils are expelled for leaking exam results.

A number of the reports also focus on life at 13 Tindale Close, where Kevin and his family live. The house is often referred to in the parliamentary sense e.g. a headline of "Angry exchanges in the house during a debate on televised football" where Mrs Doyle (Julia Foster) claims that it's completely unreasonable to have Match of the Day on whilst The Sound of Music is on the other side. The house also acts as a location for various newsworthy squabbles between Kevin's sister Sharon (Rebecca Lacey) and her boyfriend Wayne (Mark Billingham). Mr Doyle (Jackie McDee), meanwhile, utters not a single word throughout the series and his face is always obscured by a newspaper or under a car.


Central Television produced six 25-minute episodes of News at Twelve, with the series going out on Monday afternoons at 4.45pm as part of the late afternoon Children's ITV schedule. These six episodes were written by Francis Sinclair but, as Ewan Phillips reveals, this was an example of fake news:

"The scripts were very clever and news literate, which is no surprise when you know where they came from. On the credits, the writer is ‘Francis Sinclair’, but this was a pseudonym for two men called Jeremy Sinclair and Cliff Francis, both very high-ranking advertising executives at Saatchi & Saatchi. As far as I know they hadn’t written for TV before, they had just come up with an idea and knocked up six episodes for a bit of fun, which meant the tone was very different to the sort of thing you’d usually get on CITV from people who were accustomed to writing for children"

Whilst the scripts were a central part of News at Twelve, so was the series' frontman. But how did Ewan Phillips come to find himself starring front and centre? Luckily, he was on hand to provide me with the full story:

"It was all slightly surreal looking back. My grandfather had randomly seen an article in The Sunday Express saying that Central TV were looking for a 12-year-old to star in a new children’s series in which a schoolboy records news bulletins about his life from his bedroom. I hadn’t done much acting apart from small bits in school plays, but I was a bit of an odd 12-year-old in that I was very into current affairs and news programmes, and I actually did spend a lot of my spare time recording spoof news reports on a tape recorder. My dad sent a letter off to Central and we all assumed that would be the last we’d hear about it but, incredibly, they invited me to audition at their office in Portman Square in London.

I’d never been to London before, so I was just excited to visit for a day out and the audition was almost a secondary thing. I was told there would be hundreds of auditionees over a few days, so I was sure I had no chance. I remember waiting my turn with no idea what to expect and there were a few other boys preparing to go in, all of whom seemed to know each other from drama schools and were talking loudly about their recent TV and theatre work, so I reconciled myself to just enjoying a novel experience and going home. I was eventually called in, had a chat with the casting director and the show’s writers, read some lines from a script and was sent on my way.

A few days later, we were informed that I’d been called back to London for a second audition and it was down to, I think, five boys at that stage. I had a longer session this time and along with the writers and casting director there was also now the producer, the late, legendary Pamela Lonsdale and the director, Alex Kirby. They said I had been the best out of everyone at nailing the “newsreader” style, but my lack of acting experience was a major concern. A few days later, they told me they were prepared to risk it, I’d got the part and I was going to spend the summer of 1987 in Birmingham filming"

I didn't watch News at Twelve when it aired - a quick look at the TV schedules shows that I was probably watching the Star Wars spin-off Droids on Children's BBC at the time - and I only discovered it had even existed earlier this year. There was barely an mention of the series online and the concept sounded highly innovative, so I resolved to breathe some digital life into its story. Fortunately, the BFI held viewing copies of the series and, rather fortuitously, Ewan Phillips already followed me on Twitter. All I had to do was roll up my sleeves and write an article.


The concept dreamed up by 'Francis Sinclair' is fantastic, and it's one which the series launches into with no time wasted on setting up a backstory, Kevin runs News at Twelve and that's all you need to know. There's a deadpan, almost surreal, feel to News at Twelve and the way in which it inflates seemingly mundane items - such as the sale of a painting at the school fete - into dramatic, newsworthy stories calls to mind the delights of This is David Lander. I was interested as to what the young Phillips had made of the ingenious scripts being handed to him, and he relished the opportunity to expand:

"Even from reading a handful of pages in my audition, I was aware that this was something different, it didn’t feel like anything else on kids TV. Bearing in mind it ended up going out at 4.45pm on Mondays on Children’s ITV it was really quite “adult”, satirical almost, in terms of its references and jokes and looking back, I wonder if it might have been better suited to a different slot-maybe Sunday teatimes where things like Supergran used to play-and it might have picked up more of a crossover audience.

In terms of the overall concept, I guess a deeper human than me would have had all sorts of questions about the set up: Is this all in his imagination? Why are all the adults from the headmaster to mother to local newsagent instantly playing along with the news report schtick? He has a microphone, so do we assume there is also a camera operator? Why do some people seem to acknowledge they are being filmed and act accordingly and others not? Who is the intended “viewer” and how will they see it

However, I was 12 years old and absolutely none of this occurred to me at the time, I just resolved to play it all completely straight as if I were a serious presenter on a real evening news programme, learned my lines and did it. I was so versed in the style of news programmes and I knew that was why I had got the part, so I just stayed in news reporter/reader mode for every minute in every scene without thinking existentially beyond that!"

The series looks amazing as well, the majority of the action taking place on location and filmed on 16mm to give it a professional sheen. The production team were also keen on embracing technology and ambition to differentiate the programme as Phillips explains:

"In post-production they added a lot of state of the art (for 1987) graphics using a new thing called Paintbox (I think) so that for instance, a news report I had presented on location could screw itself up into a ball and throw itself into the wastepaper basket in my bedroom studio or turn into a paper aeroplane and float in front of my face. Having not watched the show for 34 years, I imagine these might now look somewhat dated in the CGI era but at the time it was cutting edge.

Commercial TV had clearly got money to burn in the 1980s, the show’s budget must have been fairly hefty. I recall the director decided we should have some inflatables in my bedroom studio and so the production designer, a very suave man called Giovanni Guarino - who had recently sourced a full-size military tank for the Michael Heseltine Spitting Image dummy - went away to get some and came back with an array of at least 50 covering a whole section of the studio including a 6ft killer whale. I was allowed to keep as many as I wanted after we finished filming and, yes, I did take the 6ft killer whale but it developed a puncture the first time it was inflated at home (I think I sat on it wearing a pair of jeans with sharp zip pockets!)"

Watching Ewan Phillip's slick mastery of news presentation and cheeky brand of wink-to-the-camera charm, you would think that News at Twelve was simply his latest in a long string of acting gigs. But, as we now know, it was his first. It's a remarkable debut for a young actor, especially in an era when MDF child acting was commonplace in British television. Phillips casts his mind back to 1987 to tell us more about the filming process for News at Twelve:

"First and foremost, my memory is that it was an incredible experience and that the shoot was just a happy and fun time from beginning to end, which having subsequently worked in TV as an adult, I can vouch is not always the case! Maybe I was just kept away from all the stresses.

In terms of the nuts and bolts of it, we shot mainly on location in Birmingham. Any school stuff was done at a school called Smethwick Hall and the family home scenes were shot at a house on Mavis Road, Northfield. I can’t remember any of the other various locations but they were all in Brum or surrounding areas. I think we did about six weeks of location and then we did a week in the studio at Central which was just me on my own reading all the links off autocue.

I was put up in the Holiday Inn in central Birmingham, next door to the Central studios and stayed through the week with chaperones, I went home on a Friday night and returned on a Sunday. I only missed about two weeks of school time so fortunately work with an on-set tutor was fairly minimal. My daily routine was: picked up at hotel in the morning, driven to location, brief hair and make-up and then straight into filming.

We had on-set catering and there was a small Winnebago where I would go for tutoring with the other school age actors, at the end of the day I would be driven back to the Holiday Inn, I’d go to Central’s canteen for my dinner and then back to my room to learn lines for the next day. After the first week or so, I convinced the director to allow me to go with him to watch the end of the day rushes in an edit at Central, so I used to do that before going back to my room and learning lines for the next day.

I think there were restrictions on how many hours I could do because of my age but I was always determined to just do as much as was needed because I loved it and any thoughts of feeling tired or overworked seemed ridiculous to me.  As I was on set pretty much all day every day, and after the first week I had no schoolwork to do, I got to know everyone in every department and was fascinated by what they all did, it was a great crash course in TV production. I got on very well with the sound department in particular and I liked messing around with them in between shots, sometimes filming little skits about other crew members etc. despite my age, I was desperate to be “one of the lads” and looking back, I was probably quite irritating!"

Clearly, his penchant for fictional news reports paid dividends in News at Twelve, but it would have been interesting to see him in further comedic roles. Sadly, for the viewers, there would be no second series and Phillips' career in the front of camera would be a short one:

"I guess the fact that the writers were both very high-flyers in another demanding and lucrative field meant there was no incentive, or indeed time, for them to write a second series. Although I’m sure if the series had been a monster hit they would have done it. I remember a conversation at one of the press screenings where there was some suggestion of doing a one off special in Spain based around the marriage of my sister and her fiancé, but I think this may have been a combination of people pulling my leg and wishful thinking. 

Interestingly, I was flicking through a TV encyclopaedia in a bookshop a few years ago and was not only surprised to find an entry for News at Twelve but also by the nugget of information that NBC had recorded a pilot for an American version in 1991 which was never broadcast and didn’t go to series. That’s a shame as I think it could have worked really well in America.

In terms of acting, things fizzled out pretty quickly; Lewis Rudd, who was head of children’s TV at Central wanted me to go into their kids’ sketch show Your Mother Wouldn’t Like It and arranged an audition for me for that, but it didn’t work out. I recorded another Central pilot for a 'kids doing impressions' panel show where I was one of the team captains but that never made it to series.

I did a very short stint on a daytime talk show for Central called Gas Street with the unlikely presenting duo of Suzi Quatro and Vince Hill in the summer of 1988 and later that year, the BBC asked me to audition for the part of a 13-year-old boy in a gritty Screen Two drama so I went down to TV Centre to try out for that but, despite actually being 13, I was by that stage at least 5’11” or maybe 6’0” so I looked more like a 16/17 year old and I would have towered over the actor playing my father, Ralph ‘Dear John’ Bates, so that was a no go.

I wasn’t all that bothered about continuing with acting, I think I probably knew I’d been lucky to get a perfect role that felt like it could have been specifically written for me and wasn’t sure I had the versatility to do much else. I’m sure if someone had offered me something amazing, I would have done it, but with News at Twelve soon being forgotten, I was very happy to just get back to normal school life. 

The experience clearly sowed seeds however as I have spent the least twenty-three years working in TV as a comedy producer here and in the USA. I have done every episode of the soon to be axed Mock the Week since it began in 2005, nearly 200 episodes of the American version of improv show Whose Line is it Anyway? and numerous other formats here and across the pond including They Think It’s All Over, Big Fat Quiz of the Year and even a short but memorable stint on How Clean is Your House?"

Ewan Phillips isn't, of course, the only actor in News at Twelve and he's ably assisted by a fine supporting cast. In fact, the full cast list is rather special as Phillips recalls:

"The thing that still stands out for me is the quality of the cast, something I was really aware of at the time. So many great British character actors just turning up for little parts and as a bit of a TV anorak, I loved just being in their company, seeing how they went about their business and hearing their stories.

Julia Foster played my mum for example, Patrick Malahide was my headmaster, two proper film and TV actors who were both in quite a few scenes with me and they did everything they could to make me feel at ease. The list of the others is amazing: Sheila Fearn from Likely Lads, Kevin Lloyd from The Bill, Rebecca Lacey from Home to Roost, Mark Billingham who is of course now a best-selling crime writer and veterans like Frank Mills, Constance Chapman and Walter Sparrow who had worked with everyone in everything in their careers.

Even the cameos were bizarre for a small children’s TV show, there was one scene where we did a school football match scene and Cyrille Regis, the Coventry and England striker turned up to be the referee. Another one, there was a story about a stolen school library book or something and in Crimewatch style I said the line: “We have staged a reconstruction using actors” and the “actors” were Jim Bowen and John Junkin in full Shakespearean garb hamming it up. I’m still not sure how they pulled all that off. Jim Bowen and John Junkin actually came out to the school in Smethwick to record that little bit in its drama theatre.

Also, I should mention Liz May Brice who played my girlfriend, Tina, and went on to become a very successful TV and film actress. I ran into her at the National TV Awards about ten years ago and we had a drink and caught up, jokingly discussing pitching News at 40 to ITV"


And it's a very funny series too, with plenty of gags sprinkled throughout the series - one of my favourites (for some reason) comes when schoolboy Barry Sykes (Richard De Sousa) claims that when he asked to see a solicitor - whilst being accused of leaking exam answers - he was simply shown a picture of Rumpole of the Bailey. Oh and there's all manner of "traffic report" comedy to be mined when there's a pileup at the pasta counter - aka Spaghetti Junction - in the local shop. Also, the report on a 'black hole' in Kevin's street perfectly nails the deadpan absurdism when it debates whether it's down to a build up of galactic matter or just a hole that British Telecom have dugs. See, I told you it was funny.

I've covered many hidden gems of British television on this blog, but News at Twelve is easily at the top of the pile in terms of quality. Its unique approach is something that, for the life of me, I can't recall in any other children's programme and it's been a pleasure covering it. As ever, its frustrating that there's no footage readily available for others to take a look, but Ewan Phillips suspects that, somewhere, he's got a video with all six episodes on. In the meantime, you'll just have to take it from me that it's a fantastic helping of innovation, entertainment and comedy, and what more could you ask for?

Many thanks to Ewan Phillips for his excellent answers and these additional photos of life on set:











Book Review: Tomato Cain and Other Stories by Nigel Kneale

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Being one of British television's most innovative, forward thinking and fiendishly skilled writers, Nigel Kneale needs little introduction to the readers of Curious British Telly. However, whilst we're all familiar with Quatermass, The Stone Tape, The Woman in Black and, ahem, Kinvig, Kneale's 1949 collection of short prose entitled Tomato Cain and Other Stories is less well known. But this lack of recognition is less an indicator of quality and more a matter of circumstance, for Tomato Cain and Other Stories has been out of print for over 60 years. Luckily, 2022 has seen its pages (and a few bonus features) resurrected by Comma Press.

2022 marks the centenary of Kneale's birth and it's fair to say he would have been as pleased as punch with this re-release of Tomato Cain. Not only does it bring two lost stories to the table - Billy Halloran and It Doesn't Matter Now - but also an introduction from Mark Gatiss, one of the world's top three Kneale fans (alongside Jon Dear and Andrew Screen). Whilst you should never judge a book by its cover, Tomato Cain is blessed with a brand-new design, one which is packed full of vintage charm and could have easily tumbled out of the mid-20th century. Finally, Andy Murray is on hand to provide a handful of notes on the stories.

The 33 stories contained within, of course, come from a Kneale who, although clearly above the average writer, is still developing his style and themes. There's nothing here which you could argue is equal to his most celebrated works, but their constituent parts are all at work here, clearly on an exciting and evolving path to rare heights of storytelling.

Known for his mastery of the supernatural and the unknown, Kneale tackles these here with relish in the unnerving, if a little rudimentary, tale of a poltergeist in Minuke and an early glimpse at the horror of Beasts in the downright chilling taxidermist-horror of The Pond. A curious uneasiness seeps into many of the stories too, with Lotus for Jamie producing an unusually beautiful combination of tragedy and charm, one built on themes of innocence and rebirth which sears itself into the reader's mind. The central figures of the stories here are often the recipients of misfortune, with Flo being a fine example where Kneale weaves in multiple tragedies which unfold through a drunken haze before a final suckerpunch of a revelation.

Most notable in Tomato Cain, and less so in his later television work aside from Murrain, is Kneale's dedication to the foibles of small communities. Raised in Douglas on the Isle of Man throughout the 1920s and 30s, Kneale found himself subject to the social consequences of small populations in remote circumstances. As such, the minutiae of this grounding comes to the fore in many of the stories featured here. The title story, Tomato Cain, is a fine example of mankind's dedication to pride, pomposity and duplicity with hilarious results, a mood which also bubbles to the surface in The Putting Away of Uncle Quaggin with meticulous plotting. Quiet Mr Evans, meanwhile. takes the gossip of village life in an aggressive direction before the denouement arrives and falls into a forlorn sense of loss.

Not everything works in Tomato Cain, some of the stories have a tendency to depart the mind almost as soon as they are finished, with Clog-Dance for a Dead Farce being an example where the tale is little more than serviceable and fails to hold its own against the rest of the book. Nonetheless, Tomato Cain and Other Stories contains numerous gems of storytelling which are embellished by a deliciously masterful and meticulous level of detail. Kneale's true genius may not have begun making waves until The Quatermass Experiment aired four years later in 1953, but Tomato Cain and Other Stories serves as a fascinating hors d'oeuvre for what lay ahead.

If you're on Twitter, then I'm currently running a competition to win a copy of the book over at: https://twitter.com/CuriousUkTelly/status/1566387831416700928

Cartoon Crackers

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Do they still show Looney Tunes cartoons on ITV? It always felt, when I was a child, that all you had to do was wait 15 minutes and, soon enough, Bugs Bunny or Daffy Duck would be popping up on the screen. Sometimes these animated shorts popped up when there was a gap in the schedules, sometimes they were packaged together with linked presentation such as, uh, Rolf's Cartoon Club. Another programme which presented these cartoons in a similar fashion, and one which has a less dubious background, was the short-lived Cartoon Crackers.

Fronted by the eternally wonderful Sue Robbie, Cartoon Crackers was a production from Granada Television which ran for four weeks during the summer holidays of 1984. Running Monday to Friday, episodes of Cartoon Crackers were broadcast at 9.30am, shortly after TV-am finished for the day, and lasted around 30 minutes. The programme was very much a magazine show, with the content mostly dedicated to an interview with a set of guests, a couple of Looney Tunes cartoons (loaded up via video by one of the guests), some pre-recorded gags from Gyles Brandreth and a quick look at one of the afternoon Children's ITV shows.


The format of Cartoon Crackers is relatively perfunctory in terms of presentation, but the intrigue comes, as ever, with the content on offer. The guest are typical of the era and it's no surprise to find members of Blancmange and Ultravox popping up for a quick spot of self-promotion. One episode which I managed to watch, however, was of great interest to myself - and indeed yourself - as one of the guests on the sofa was none other than the legendary Brian Cant. Cant was there - alongside a pre-Lofty Tom Watt and Ling Tai - to promote The Old Firm, an edition of Dramarama which was airing later on in the afternoon. 


Many of the programmes featured on Curious British Telly are resolutely ephemeral, and Cartoon Crackers ticks almost every box in this respect. The promotional nature of the guests does, of course, provide some cultural history of the era, although they're far from revealing, in-depth discourses on the guests' lives - but it is, after all, a children's programme designed to blast through half an hour of the schedules with little fuss. However, ephemera is one of the stock currencies of Curious British Telly, so Cartoon Crackers can be considered a suitably intriguing piece, especially as it features numerous clips of long forgotten Children's ITV programmes such as Starstrider.

There's little else to be said about Cartoon Crackers, apart from the fact that Sue Robbie wears some quite remarkable 1980s tops. It's a programme which no doubt left little impact on the viewers of the time, and this is evidenced by the lack of internet space devoted to it. Nonetheless, if you can track an episode down, you're guaranteed to be transported back to 1984 for a short time. And who wouldn't be cock-a-hoop about that?

DVD Review: Tales of Unease

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Over 50 years since the original broadcast of Tales of Unease, ITV's chilling and unsettling anthology series finally emerges from the vaults to terrify us once again.

Produced by LWT, Tale of Unease ran for one series of seven episodes towards the end of 1970, with the first episode - Ride, Ride - airing the day before Halloween in a late-night 10.40pm slot. Each 30-minute episode came from the pen of a different writer - those contributing scripts included Michael Hastings, John Burke (who also script edited the series), Andrea Newman and Alan Richards - whilst the series was produced by Paul Knight, a man who would later go on to produce 1972's The Frighteners.


Aside from a series of regional repeats in the first half of the 1970s, Tales of Unease would, like so much of the archives, remain out of reach for the majority of TV enthusiasts. A couple of episodes had, in recent years, emerged online but, thanks to Network, the entire series has finally been packaged together into a DVD release. As an added bonus, an accompanying booklet written by Andrew Pixley provides an overview of the series' production alongside some insightful viewing notes.

Being a fan of dark, eerie anthologies - I really must write an overview on ITV's Unnatural Causes one day - the opportunity to view Tales of Unease was impossible to resist. With the DVD in my hands, which features a charming, yet terrifying slipcase that mimics a well-thumbed horror novel, it was time to see whether a series filmed in 1970 still had the potential to pack a chilling punch in an age when, quite frankly, watching the news is more than enough to leave your spine tingling in perpetuity.


The main objective of Tales of Unease was, as the Evening Standard determined at the time, "to impart a sense of unease rather than out-and-out horror" and it's one which the series achieves relatively easy. In terms of "out-and-out horror", very little, if any, surfaces throughout the series and, in fact, it feels very quaint compared to the more infamous horrors of the early 1970s. However, the sense of unease is certainly palpable, and it begins with a nightmarish title sequence which feels remarkable for 1970. As a disembodied and crudely sculpted head spins into the centre of the screen, a series of haunting synths play out before the spinning head, with one eye now open, melts into the title screen.

The series is off to a fantastic start, but what lies within these seven stories? Well, thanks to the numerous writers involved, variety is the order of the day and no two episodes feel the same.

Ride, Ride
is a ghostly tale concerning an art student who struggles to get a panicked girl home on the back of his motorcycle. Capitalism comes under the microscope in Calculated Nightmare as two business executives are trapped in their office by an employee with an axe to grind. The Black Goddess, meanwhile, taps into ancient folklore with its tale of miners trapped underground as poisonous gas seeps into their cramped surroundings. A domestic relationship turned sour is at the heart of It's Too Late Now as an undervalued wife finally takes control of her marriage by locking her husband in a windowless room.

Superstitious Ignorance explores the ways wealth and opportunity provide blinkers to the unexplained, evidenced by an upwardly mobile couple viewing a dilapidated house - with great potential - which contains a variety of horrors. Bad Bad Jo Jo comments on the violence contained within film making as a screenwriter is interviewed by an enthusiastic young journalist. And, finally, The Old Banger is a tragicomic tale about a sentient car - one which is far removed from Herbie - determined to reunite with its owners and seek vengeance for being discarded.


As Inside No. 9 has sublimely proved, half an hour is more than enough to contain a self-contained story which ticks every narrative box as well as chilling your bones. Tales of Unease may not be in quite the same league as the aforementioned show but, quite frankly, what is? What they do share, however, is an almost queasy sense of disorientation, engendered by seemingly ordinary situations being distorted by the writer's imagination. And Tales of Unease shows plenty of imagination.


There are a number of candidates for best episode of the series, with The Old Banger being my personal favourite. Automotive horror is a rare beast, but it's wonderfully played out here as a vengeful motorcar surreptitiously snakes its way across London to settle a score with its previous owners. It's a curious tale, one which finds central characters John (Terence Rigby) and Sue Partridge (Pinkie Johnstone) making their way through a comedy of inconveniences before sliding into the absurd and tumbling headfirst towards a horrific ending. It's unlike anything I've seen and writer Richardson Morgan is to be praised for his contribution here.

Calculated Nightmare is another highlight from Tales of Unease being a tense, psychological thriller packed full of twists and the most ingeniously plotted episode or the series. It's a claustrophobic tale and, as with many of the series' offerings, it focuses on characters who are trapped. Here, the executives Harker (John Stratton) and Johnson (Michael Culver) are literally trapped in their office, but on a more metaphoric level they are trapped by their corporate greed. The final ending could have been tighter - it's easy to spot about a minute before the 'official reveal' - but it's a small criticism of a fine half-hour of drama.

Also jostling for your attention is Superstitious Ignorance, a dark and mysterious episode which poses many questions and, although not all of them are answered, it features a disturbing ending that wrong-foots the viewer - and the central characters - perfectly. As with all of the episodes in the series, the acting on offer in Superstitious Ignorance is a highlight. Jeremy Clyde infuses advertising executive Teddy with the requisite fake veneer such a profession demands, whilst the wonderful Tessa Wyatt gradually finds herself falling under the air of superstition manifested by the excellent performance on offer from Sue Pearce as Mrs Laristo, the existing and troubled tenant who may or may not be what she claims.


As with all anthologies, a couple of episodes fall a little flat. Ride, Ride, for example, may be successful in creating a spooky sense of unease, some fine visual pieces and an early appearance by James Hazeldine, but the narrative fails to make sense. Instead, the second half of the story becomes more and more bewildering. There's a sense of logic at play, but it's one I've been unable to unpick or attribute any sense to. Bad Bad Jo Jo, which features a superb performance by Roy Dotrice, falls into a similar trap, although it's more the ending which jars, being more focused on an act of violence rather than explaining anything of note.

Nonetheless, it's thrilling for Tales of Unease to finally be available. From its spooky opening titles through to the strong performances and unsettling atmospheres on offer, Tales of Unease makes for a curious watch. It may be one for the purists of British TV, but that's the Curious British Telly audience to a tee.

Tales of Unease is available on DVD from Monday 17th November through Network.


10 Years of Curious British Telly

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Yes, it was 10 years ago today that the very first post on Curious British Telly was launched into the digital stratosphere. 10 whole years of my life dedicated to unearthing curiosities from the dark, dusty corners of our memories and the archives. And today is the day I end it all. Goodbye, it's been fun, but it's time to move on.

I'm joking, of course, because what else am I going to do? Join a gym? Bring up a child? Serve the community? Well, actually, I do all of them as well, but no one comes to Curious British Telly for that sort of rhubarb. No, they're here because of a love of British television and, given the occasion, I thought it was a good time to take a look back at the Curious British Telly story.

Curious British Telly started, as with most endeavours, to solve a problem. It was hardly a pressing problem, but to me it was a fly which just had to be removed from the ointment. You see, there were several television programmes I remembered enjoying as a young child, but I couldn't remember what they were called. My friends, of course, thought I was mad. After all, a programme which featured a dog in a smoking jacket drawing cartoons? Madness, absolute madness. And this was something which had bothered me for years, all throughout the pre-internet period of the 1990s.

With the arrival of the internet, however, things were surely about to change. With the riches of the information superhighway at my fingertips, it was time for me to finally pin down the name of that spoof Indiana Jones series and find out a bit more about that programme called Cat and Dog. But, no, there was nothing to be found, just lots of chat about The Flumps and Bagpuss, which is no bad thing in itself but I wanted more.

Fast forward a few years to 2009 and, on a whim, I decided to buy a 1986 copy of the Radio Times off Ebay. Partly, I thought it would be something fun to take into the office for a quick spot of reminiscing (and, yes, they LOVED it), but I was also interested in seeing what was on while I was tottering around as a pre-schooler. Anyway, it turned up and, lo and behold, it only featured a bloody article on a new kids show called Sebastian the Incredible Drawing Dog about a dog in a smoking jacket drawing cartoons. And, hidden in the lunchtime listings, was a programme called Mop and Smiff which turned out to be the true title of Cat and Dog.

"Fantastic!" I thought as I rushed online to exchange these revelations with Google for a deep dive into these programmes history. But there were was barely anything to be found. A few pictures of a pilot episode of Sebastian the Incredible Drawing Dog and some half mentions of Mop and Smiff. I could have worked harder at finding out more, but it was the late 00s and I was too interested in getting drunk. Therefore, I did absolutely nothing else with the project, if you could even call it that, for three years.

But, eventually, I pulled my finger out and decided to start a blog about these enigmatic shows. My initial idea was to put up the few fragments of information I had and see if anyone else came forwards. I was, I suppose, hoping that Curious British Telly would become some sort of arena where people would exchange resources to help build a clearer picture of these forgotten programmes. The main stumbling block, however, is that word 'forgotten' as it means barely anyone remembers a lot of the shows featured on these pages. But, over the years, a handful of people have got in touch with resources for which I'm eternally grateful.

Progress, in those early days, was slow as I had little idea of how to go about exploring British television's hidden past. I decided it was important to focus on more than just the handful of shows I vaguely remembered. But, again, where did I start? This was in the pre-BBC Genome days, so my earliest attempts at exploring ancient schedules involved me buying old issues of the Radio Times and TV Times off Ebay. There was often little to be gleaned, though, and it was a rather expensive process. Thankfully, Genome soon surfaced and, for BBC shows at least, I could find out a little more.

My main problem, however, was viewing these old, forgotten programmes. If they weren't available on DVD or on YouTube, I was knackered. Surely, though, there must be somewhere I could go and watch these elusive shows. And, eventually, I found my saviour in the form of the BFI. Thanks to the availability of their 'research viewing service', I was finally able, for a fee, to go and get to grips with all manner of programmes which had previously been out of reach. It's very rare that I'll write in-depth about something I haven't managed to view as, well, it seems rather redundant to postulate on such shaky foundations.

Around the time the blog started, I decided to do the trendy thing and sign up for a Twitter account to accompany the blog. A decade on and it's probably the thing I'm best known for. The early days on Twitter, though, were slow, very slow. After a year, I think I had around 25 or so followers and it was rather dispiriting to be howling into the abyss. But, thanks to the occasional retweet, I soon had a few hundred followers. Gradually, my numbers went up and, by 2016, I I had around 2,000 followers.

The big jump in Twitter popularity came between 2018 - 2020, a period where, thanks to a number of mashups and memes, I went low-level viral on several occasions. It's always exhilarating to have complete strangers declaring you a genius, and when you start getting followed by people you've grown up watching on TV, it's absolutely mind-boggling. But, you know, it doesn't elevate me to anything special and it's not life changing to have 50,000 followers, it's just ridiculously good fun. And, of course, I've met some absolutely cracking people on there, so it's all good.

Going back to the blog, those first few years were certainly a matter of trial and error. My writing, most obviously, was abysmal. I'd never written any articles before and, as you'd expect, my early attempts lacked focus, crowbarred in tediously superfluous production details and completely missed the point of what I was watching. A decade on and, whilst I'm far from a professional writer, my writing ability has certainly improved. I may not possess the elegance or inventiveness of many other writers in my niche, but I do strive to provide more in other ways, particularly interviews.

I started conducting interviews early on, mostly as I've always been a stickler for detail and fact. And who better to provide it on television shows than those who were making them. Given the era that I cover, it's sometimes difficult to track people down as, well, they're often deceased. Thankfully, many people are still with us and it's provided me with some excellent exclusives along the way, such as discussing Heil Honey, I'm Home with its creator Geoff Atkinson and chatting to the late, great Mike Amatt about Mop and Smiff. It's these first hand insights which, I think, bring an authority to my pieces and grants the reader something they can't find elsewhere.

It was important that I didn't just focus my articles on specific programmes, so I decided to diversify the blog into the world of what I called Archive Tape Digging, an exercise whereby I go through old video tapes in the hope that something interesting will have been recorded on them. Most of the time, there's nothing but utter rubbish to be found on the tapes, but every now and then I'll dig up a nugget of joy. Sometimes it'll be a programme which hasn't been seen in 40 years, occasionally I'll find an intriguing piece of continuity which demonstrates how much presentation has changed over the decades and, very rarely, I'll uncover something missing from the archives. As ever, those charitable souls who have donated their ancient VHS collections to me deserve special praise and thanks here, so thanks!

Along the way, there's also been a few dalliances with Curious British Telly activities in the world of print. First off, I wrote a couple of self-published books on children's television which, whilst not setting the book world alight, ticked some boxes off for myself and delighted a few readers. I probably won't write any more as, unless I write a thousand page book on the subject, covering hundreds upon hundreds of shows, it's unlikely to strike a chord with people. I may as well upload articles to the blog - for free - and do the occasional mammoth article such as my 159 British Children's TV Shows From the 1980s You Forgot About one.

There was also the Curious British Telly fanzine which, after being born during the height of the Covid-19 pandemic, ran for six glorious issues and was ridiculously satisfying. Taking its cue from fanzines of the past, the fanzine was a print-only affair and one which allowed me to collaborate with some amazing writers to create a curiously analogue community. The feedback, from the readers, was fantastic and there was a lot of love for it. Sadly, due to global economics, the raw materials required for putting it together shot up at the start of 2022 and it became too expensive to continue with, but it may be back one day.

The online version of Curious British Telly, however, isn't going anywhere soon. There's still lots to cover and, in fact, later today I'll be contacting the BFI to book in another viewing session for December. The blog is unlikely to ever disappear as it's always been a hobby rather than a chore, there's no pressure and no expectations weighing heavily over me to 'make it'. And, as long as people continue getting in touch to thank me for reuniting them with programmes they thought they'd never track down, it's all worth it. After all, that's exactly what I was looking for when I started it.

P.s my favourite ever article on the blog was talking to my childhood hero Fred Harris in A Chat with Fred Harris, amazing times. Although, saying that, it was equally thrilling to meet Tony Robinson as part of a documentary on Tales from Fat Tulip's Garden. Oh, and how could I forget finally tracking down that Indiana Jones spoof after a reader got in touch, out of the blue, to ask me if I remembered that Indiana Jones spoof called Jackson Pace: The Great Years.

P.p.s if you've got any questions about Curious British Telly then please leave them in the comments below! 

NeTWork 21: The Story of London's Best Pirate TV Station

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Ask most people in Britain about pirate radio and the majority will know what you’re talking about; the more culturally savvy will even exclaim “RADIO CAROLINE!” with great delight. But ask the denizens of this glorious isle what they know about pirate television and they’ll probably respond with “You what, mate? You mean like Captain Pugwash?”.

But this lack of insight is not without good reason. Pirate television is a relatively rare phenomena compared to the proliferation of pirate radio stations which have infiltrated our airwaves since the late 1950s. And, in Britain, pirate television has only hoisted its skull and crossbones on a handful of occasions. One of these was the forward thinking, almost political, art stylings of NeTWork 21 which emerged onto our airwaves in 1986.

Britain’s first dalliance with pirate television, however, emerged not from London, but Birmingham in 1984. Broadcasting from 151 Dudley Road, Telstar TV was Britain’s original Channel 5. Sort of. In an astoundingly audacious move, the station – ran by, and I quote, a local government officer, an unemployed self-trained electronics expert and a black businessman (Cecil Morris) and broadcaster – piggybacked its transmissions on BBC2 transmitters after the channel had closed down for the evening at weekends. And, for eight weeks before it disappeared, Telstar treated an audience of around 5,000 people in Rubery and Northfield to music videos and horror films. It was a fascinating first step into unchartered territory and demonstrated that there was room for more than just the BBC, ITV and Channel Four. And things were going to get even more interesting in London.

NeTWork 21, of course, was not London’s first pirate TV station. The first band of UHF liberators to emerge from the capital were known as Thameside TV. The organisers of the station had already been running the similarly illegal Thameside Radio since 1977 and, in early October 1984 they broadcast The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine film alongside some music videos. And then, just 24 hours later, a further broadcast was made by Channel 36. This station was founded by Jim Young and acted as the backdrop for Waveview Holdings – a company looking to develop and sell a suitcase sized transmitter. Once the Department of Trade and Industry had issued them a test and development certificate, Channel 36 ceased their broadcasts.

Thameside TV were not finished, though, and their final broadcast came in December 1984. This rather grainy transmission saw Thameside TV founders Sarah and Bob sat by a Christmas tree as they introduced music videos. Much like Telstar TV and Channel 36 before them, Thameside were making bold statements about the lack of freedoms associated with television. The launch of the ‘alternative’ Channel 4 had, two years previously, been seen as an exciting revolution in television, but these illicit broadcasts were completely off the scale. The pictures and sound were far from perfect, but it was an exhilarating start and one which sent ripples through the industry. And, I don’t know if it’s just me, but who isn’t charmed by a pair of so-called pirates sat by a Christmas tree and introducing Do They Know it’s Christmas?

But, following this festive broadcast, Thameside TV disappeared from the airwaves just as swiftly as Telstar and Channel 36 had. Nonetheless, despite having a relatively small audience in North and West London, Thameside TV had contributed to a buzz which was building around the concept of pirate television. The only thing the pirate channels had failed to do so far, aside from a few continuity links, was deliver some original programming. But, just under two years later in April 1986, another pirate television channel would emerge. One which would embrace unique and innovative programming. And one for whom its identity would be deeply ingrained in every single second it was on the air.

Founded by fellow Europeans Bruno and Thomas, NeTWork 21 would be unlike anything seen on British television before. With a firm footing in London’s highly creative and underground arts scene, NeTWork 21 delivered a weekly half-hour programme at midnight every Friday for around six months. And when I say these packages were unlike anything that had been seen on British television, this is not hyperbole. It truly was innovative and unique.

TV Pirates

Would the BBC, or even Channel 4, have dared to feature a 30-minute tracking shot of 80s non-binary superstar Lanah Pellay going about her daily business? No, they wouldn’t. And it’s unlikely they even would now. But NeTWork 21 revelled in such content. Other delights along the way included a documentary on Spanish theatrical group La Fura del Baus and a discussion on Brion Gysin’s hypnagogic Dreamachine by performance artist Genesis P-Orridge.

And, if you wanted to watch all of this, all you had to do was tune your television into channel 21 on the UHF band, just below ITV’s frequency. Best of all, unlike the pirate TV stations which preceded NeTWork 21, numerous clips from these transmissions can be found on YouTube. And, as you will see, they defiantly eschew the “glossy” – as NeTWork 21 referred to it at the time – visuals of the mainstream broadcasters.

Clearly, NeTWork 21 is an engrossing story and, indeed, it accumulated a healthy number of column inches from the press. And I could have constructed an absorbing article simply from poring over these old news reports. But that’s not really the Curious British Telly way. I like to get deep under the skin of these subjects. Naturally, speaking to those who were there is always the best way of telling these stories. So, I had to carry out a little bit of detective work and use a few internet tricks to track down those responsible for NeTWork 21. And, before I knew it, I was talking to one of the founders of NeTWork 21, Thomas.

How did NeTWork 21 get started?

Bruno and myself had known each other since 1979 and we were involved in quite a lot of the underground London arts scene. We had seen an article in 1984 where someone was trying to sell a television transmitter and they had already done some test transmissions. Bruno insisted that we pursue this guy. And we did for about a year because he wanted quite a lot of money and obviously we didn't have any money. Around the same time I had built a video installation for The Fridge nightclub in Brixton. At the time it was the most happening club in Europe and I had built this video installation all around the dancefloor. So, surprise, surprise they paid me and all of a sudden we had some money. We then bought the transmitter and that's how it started.

What was it that you were looking to achieve?

It was definitely about the programming and it was definitely about making a point that mainstream television wasn’t really doing a lot for who we were. And by ‘we’ I mean not just artists, but young people. We were in our early 20s and it was our generation. This was the time of the New Romantics and Boy George, it all tied into everything that was going on in London at the time.  Which is why we got a lot of support.

How easy was it to set up not only the equipment, but also a location from where you could safely transmit?

It was pretty straightforward as long as you had the aerial properly set up. The transmitter itself was just a box. You had three plugs for sound, aerial and the video signal (supplied by a VHS player). The only problem with this was that there was interference with the tracking signal for the VHS signal, so you had to place the VHS player quite some way away from the transmitter in order to stop any signal interference. And that was really it in terms of the technology.

When it came to location, we were lucky as a friend of ours was an estate agent in Crystal Palace, which is where all the television transmitters were. So, we were high up and had the keys to somewhere we could put the aerial up, transmit a half-hour programme, take it down and leave all within two hours. The aerial was big, about four times as big as a standard television aerial. If somebody was looking for it then they would have been able to see it. But you had to get access to the building and a key to get in to where we were. It would have taken the police a while to get in.

We weren’t worried, que sera sera! But the equipment wasn’t cheap and we wouldn’t have been able to replace it. That’s why the episodes were half an hour, our calculation was that this was how long it would take the authorities to track down where we were. But, by that point, we would be long gone.


What was the process for getting material for the programmes and the production side of things?

We were well connected within the arts scene in London, so we knew lots of independent film makers, up and coming pop artists and lots of people who were involved with producing videos and television broadcasts. And some of these were able to get hold of cut offs, material that wasn't transmitted on the main channels. Sometimes it might just be a five second clip, one that comes to mind was Margaret Thatcher saying “I don’t know about a facelift, I haven’t had one yet” and we put that in. You couldn’t plan any of it really. Some weeks, what came in, it was very thin and then we would use footage from old Andy Warhol films. But we did quite a lot of filming, so that was interesting.

We did an extended programme one time where we followed Lanah Pillay for half an hour, a continuous tracking shot. You had time to do whatever you wanted to do. This could be dipping into short clips or something quite in depth like the Lanah Pillay piece. Or talking about things that were normally reserved for highbrow arts programming, but then juxtaposing this with pop records. It was all really mixed up and you never knew what was going to happen from one minute to the next. It was our world put together and broadcast on the television.


What was the long term plan for NeTWork 21?

We were hoping that something would happen with it, or somehow we would get some kind of recognition but we never really got that. We never achieved this because it was positioned so far outside of how things were done; I don't think it would have made any sense to television executives. At the time, apart from Top of the Pops, there was very little that would qualify as youth television. And one of the things that did happen, after us, was Network 7 on Channel 4 with Janet Street Porter, who said that that the inspiration for it came from watching NeTWork 21. So I suppose, in a way, we did start something off.

Why do you feel that pirate television didn’t take off in quite the same way that pirate radio did? Do you think it was down to the financial aspect involved?

It's difficult to say. The difference between radio and television is that, at the time, we didn’t think you could run repeats like they do now on the BBC. As far as we were concerned, once you've done one idea that idea is done. And you can't do it again. Whereas radio was all about the playlist and it revolved around playing the same music again and popularising certain music and artists. A lot of it was black music which you didn't hear anywhere else. That's why pirate radio became successful.

Television, on the other hand, it took people like us who didn’t care about money. We were on the dole, doing oddjobs here and there, we were unique. As for the costs, well, they wanted £10,000 for the aerial and we only had £1500. We could get video editing done fairly cheaply, but even if you went in at midnight you had to pay the engineer something. The only people we got to help us were Mute Records, Wimbledon Theatre and we had a bit of a tie-in with Sigue Sigue Sputnik who featured an advert on their album. But we also did fundraiser nights at The Fridge, Limelight and Heaven which were jammed full of people, up to 2,000 at Heaven.


I believe that, at the time, NeTWork 21 was featured on the BBC, so what happened there and what was the impact of this publicity?

We got a really good plug on BBC2. There was a programme called Did You See? with Ludovic Kennedy and he showed a couple of clips from one of our broadcasts. We were actually contacted direct by the BBC who requested the NeTWork 21 title sequence and some footage. So, early on, it ended up on national television. And from then on it became major news, all over the press from The Guardian to Just Seventeen. It was so innovative that it went all around the world and was shown in art spaces in Amsterdam and Tokyo. Out of that, we got some contacts at Toshiba EMI and ended up making some pop videos.

In 1986, the internet was still several years off and something like YouTube would have been completely unthinkable. But was a platform like YouTube, where anyone could broadcast, your ultimate aim?

The aim was to get a television licence, something localised, and we showed that it was possible to do it. All the expensive television equipment which was available, that was seen as a necessity, we showed that it wasn’t really necessary. If you wanted to produce programming, you really could do it on the cheap. For instance, the cameras, we didn't pay for the cameras. Sony contacted us and said you can have two of these cameras provided you talk in the press about Sony Video 8. They knew this was a big thing and they wanted to get involved in it early on.


There were several press articles, in 1988, which stated that NeTWork 21 was planning to return with two-hour broadcasts. But these transmissions never materialised, so what prevented this?

We were looking for investment and there was also talk of broadening the broadcast spectrum at the time. There was a lot of discussion going on about deregulating the airwaves. And we were trying to position ourselves so that we might be able to get something going in the near future. While this was going on we also started a radio station which mostly played indie music. But then I got offered a very well-paid job running the best club in London. I had to take it on as it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

How do you feel, 35 years on, about NetTWork 21? And would you do it all over again?

The whole of the 80s was a fantastic time. I would do it all again and do it exactly the same way again. Not many people know about it, but occasionally students get in touch looking for words of wisdom. But, these days, the conversation has moved on. But, looking back, I’m very proud of what we achieved.

Many thanks, Thomas, for what has been a fascinating and exciting chat.

So, that’s the definitive story on NeTWork 21. It’s a compelling tale and one which genuinely feels like a revolutionary step, a feat that few people ensconced within the safety of television’s status quo will attempt. Thomas and Bruno’s desire to bring about a cultural change is admirable and the way they achieved their vision is as daring as it comes. And it’s one that remains unparalleled in the history of British television.

Audience figures for NeTWork 21 are difficult to estimate but it’s believed that between 50,000 to 100,000 viewers could have tuned in. The transmitter had a range of around 10 miles so, in a densely populated area such as London, this had the potential to garner a significant audience. And you can’t help but wonder what they would have made of this new frontier in programming. NeTWork 21 was young, exciting and enshrined in a do-it-yourself mentality. The channel espoused an artistic bent which was barely represented within the mainstream and brought it into people’s front rooms. Yet, whilst it was the highpoint of pirate television in the UK, NeTWork 21 appears to have been the final hurrah for such an enterprise. Since the channel made its last transmission there have been no further instances of pirate broadcasts reported in the UK.

But, crucially, the spirit of the channel is more prevalent than ever in the 21st century. All you have to do is hop on to YouTube and, within minutes, you can be broadcasting about anything, no matter how niche it is. All you need is a smartphone and you’re ready to go. Were Thomas and Bruno, therefore, the original YouTubers? Well, I think that may do them a slight disservice. Their path to transmission was littered with substantially more risk and hurdles compared to today’s bedroom broadcasters. Nonetheless, the desire to represent their generation and provide it with a voice is the same. And, fingers crossed, future generations will remain just as innovative and articulate.

Originally published in issue three of the Curious British Telly fanzine.

The Launch of Sky Channel in 1984

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Sky has changed the British television viewing experience over the last few decades, but it started off as a single loss-making channel back in 1984.

Turn on your TV and, unless you haven’t paid your electricity bill, you should be confronted by close to 8,000 channels; there also won’t be anything worth watching. That’s not the grumblings of someone unable to accept progress, it’s fact. Sure, some of the best television ever made has emerged in the last 10 years, but the incredible amount of available programming means the quality to trash ratio is unanimously skewed towards shows like What’s in My Shed? hosted by Vernon Kay. Much of the changes to our viewing landscape have come about thanks to the multi-channel approach of Sky Television. Their dominance and ubiquity in our lives, however, wasn’t always the case.

Satellite Television, which was the original channel name from which Sky would emerge, first started transmitting test broadcasts in Autumn 1981 via Europe’s Orbital Test Satellite. Whilst it was possible to catch these very early broadcasts in the UK, it involved purchasing a special dish costing around £4,000 (close to £9,000 in today’s money). The first countries to officially subscribe to Satellite Television were Norway, Finland and Malta with broadcasts received through cable TV rather than a satellite dish due to the low power capabilities of the Orbital Test Satellite.

The service, initially, was not aimed at the UK as the majority of their schedule – limited to just two hours at this point – was archived British programming, and the majority of the existing advertising budget in the UK was already committed to the BBC, ITV and the upcoming Channel 4.

However, the UK was not far off from the world of Satellite Television. As more countries began broadcasting Satellite Television in 1982, the channel caught the attentions of Rupert Murdoch’s News International and, in June 1983, they became the majority shareholder in Satellite Television. Plans were quickly made to launch the service in the UK – where Satellite Televsion was based – but first a rebranding was required and it was renamed Sky Channel. Broadcasts were, as per the rest of Europe, piped through cable systems with the Radio Rentals Cable TV network in Swindon the first to carry Sky Channel. This launch came on 16th January 1984 and featured Kate Bush cutting the ribbon on a TV at Sky’s headquarters to announce it open.

So, Sky Channel was now live in the UK, but what could the 10,000 viewers in Swindon expect to see? Well, the schedule was two things: not very long and not very British. Sky Channel was only on air between  5 – 10pm although an extra three hours had been added come April of that year. Meanwhile, whilst Satellite Television had carried homegrown shows such as The Rag Trade, Please Sir! and Hadleigh, Sky Channel suddenly found this content off limits. 

Negotiating contracts in the new world of cable television was a dangerous landscape in which to set price precedents and, more importantly, the standard broadcast repeat fees were far in excess of what Sky could afford (around $2000 per hour in 1984). And these are the main reasons that Sky gave for BBC, ITV and Channel 4 programmes being absent. There was, indubitably, the small matter of the old guard not wanting to directly aid the competition, but everybody was far too professional to say this out loud.

Viewers were, instead, treated to repeats of Fantasy Island,Starsky and Hutch and A Country Practice alongside the occasional film and live concert. Sky’s dedication towards sports was also evident with shows dedicated to American Football and ice hockey, but live English football would remain out of reach for several years. In-house productions by Sky Channel, meanwhile, would not take long to get off the ground with Sky-Fi Music first appearing at the end of July 1984.

Sky-Fi Music was a low-budget music video programme ‘set’ in a satellite above the earth where a presenter would provide links in between all the latest music videos. The main set of presenters were Tony Blackburn, Pat Sharpe and Greg Davies, but there was also room for guest presenters each week such as Tom Robinson, Tony Hadley and Holly Johnson. It may appear far from innovative by today’s standards, but in 1984 it brought a nice dose of MTV-style programming to British shores, although it’s fair to say that Tony Blackburn was far from cutting edge and youth orientated even 35 years ago. Nonetheless, he presented with a slick vigour and the programme was in safe hands.

Unfortunately, almost all – if not every single second, of Sky Channel’s output was junked many, many decades ago. Due to the rather small audience, very little exists in the form of home recordings, but YouTube is home to several clips (including the launch party).

As 1984 progressed, Sky Channel was made available to more regions through the Rediffusion cable network (for £4.95 per month along with the Screen Sport and Music Box channels) but the potential audience remained tiny compared to the terrestrial channels. Profits would remain non-existent for several years with only Rupert Murdoch’s deep pockets keeping it afloat. But it was an ambition to push forwards with a new age of television which can only be admired.

Rupert Murdoch’s influence on our society and culture is one which prompts passionate debate, but it cannot be argued that he changed the face of British television. Whether this was for the good of our culture is another matter. Nonetheless, in 1984 the emergence of Sky Channel promised a bright future and a world of choice which would rapidly multiply beyond anything we had seen before.

Originally published in issue one of the Curious British Telly fanzine.

DVD Review: Come Back Lucy

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Network continue their season of spooky releases with Come Back Lucy, an enchanting, yet equally chilling children's drama which was first broadcast on ITV in the spring of 1978. Not seen on British screens since a repeat run in 1980, the only way to view the serial in the intervening years was through a German DVD release which included an English language track. However, thanks to Network, it's now available in the UK and comes bundled with a fascinating documentary on the programme's production.

Come Back Lucy is certainly one for the afficianados of unsettling children's television and, although I certainly fall into that category, I was unaware of the serial's existence until I saw Network's press release for the DVD. Ripped versions of the German DVD appear to have been floating around on the internet for several years, but it had completely passed me by and I was born a couple of years too late to catch the series' repeat run. But, with a copy of Network's new release in my hands, it was time to acquaint myself with this ATV adaptation of Pamela Sykes' 1973 novel.

Come Back Lucy centres on the plight of young Lucy (Emma Bakhle) who, until recently, had been living in the sedate, old fashioned world generated by her elderly Aunt Olive (Aimée Delamain). However, following Aunt Olive's passing, it's time for Lucy's care to be transferred to her modern, forward thinking and much younger Aunt Gwen (Phyllida Law) and Uncle Peter (Royce Mills), along with their children Bill (Francois Evans), Patrick (Russell Lewis) and Rachel (Oona Kirsch). This radical change in environments hits Lucy hard and, despite being surrounded by relations, she feels a stranger. Until, that is, whilst up in the attic, Lucy hears the ghostly voice of Alice (Bernadette Windsor).

At the heart of Come Back Lucy there are a number of strong themes used to build Lucy's narrative, and, most notably, her sudden displacement from the sanctity of Aunt Olive's imbibes the story with a heavy theme of alienation. She feels very much like a character out of step with the modern world, much more preferring the tradition and almost Victorian values of her beloved Aunt Olive. This is juxtaposed with the modern, socialist leanings of Aunt Gwen and her family to ratchet that sense of alienation up, a move which not only provides sympathy for the out of step out Lucy but also emboldens the psychological trauma at the heart of the serial.

It's possible that this trauma is the flame which lights the touch paper for Alice to begin manifesting herself in Lucy's consciousness. Whilst there is little explanation for Alice's malevolent aims, it's a minor quibble with Come Back Lucy as Alice is simply chilling. Starting off, quite innocently, as a potential new friend, and one who is in step with Lucy's traditional outlook, Alice appears to be the kinship Lucy desperately craves. However, even in these earliest encounters, Alice is accompanied by a sinister air, disguised cleverly at first as a self-centred and overindulged personality. But the more Lucy clashes with her new family - who have even dispensed with using terms such as mother and father - the more malignant Alice's objectives become.

Being a Sunday teatime drama, which went out over the course of six episodes, Come Back Lucy is far from a horror. But, at its heart, a disconcerting air pervades every inch of the serial and this provides all the chills and awkward, disquieting moments you could ever want. The standout, for me, is a scene where Alice finally reveals herself to someone other than Lucy and, for a scene with barely any dialogue, it cuts close to the bone and brought on primeval feelings of dread. Needless to say, it's now imprinted on the inside of my eyelids. And Bernadette Windsor is to be praised for the wickedly vicious, yet sugar coated performance she brings to Alice, a true standout in terms of menace.

The ending of Come Back Lucy feels a little ordinary in the way it comes and go rather too easily, but the build up to this denouement is both disorientating and chillingly unpleasant (in a good way). And, although the last few minutes may leave you deflated, it's a testament to the overall quality of the programme (adapted, by the way, by Gail Renard and Colin Shindler) that this does little to spoil the enjoyment of watching it. Come Back Lucy, therefore, is a fine addition to the treasure chest of riches that spooky British children's television is and, thankfully, it's now easier than ever to watch.

Come Back Lucy is now available on DVD from Network

The Bizarre and Mysterious World of Miri Mawr - An Interview with Dafydd Hywel

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G Neil Martin cocks his eye towards Miri Mawr, a Welsh language children's series from the 1970s which has to be seen to be believed - it also helps if you speak Welsh...

To non-Welsh eyes and ears, the name Dafydd Hywel will probably ring few bells. Mention his list of acting credits, on the other hand – 32 episodes of Stella, The Bill, Peak Practice, The Crown, Stanley and The Women, as well as a regular stint on Pobol Y Cwm– and bells might start ringing like testing hour at the Westclox factory.

A regular presence on television, with a distinctive, recognisable face which would place him easily in the world of the ornery, hard-boiled detective sergeant from a four-part murder series, Hywel is currently best-known for playing Glen Brennig in Ruth Jones’s comedy drama, Stella. He has also been the cover star of Radio Times when he featured in the drama, Out of Love

What is less well-known, and what will distract us here at Curious British Telly Towers, is his hinterland in 1970s commercial children’s television, specifically his role in the highly surreal and popular Welsh television series, Miri Mawr, broadcast by HTV Wales between 1972 and 1978, in which he played an enormous talking mole called Caleb for three years of the series’ run. 


The series was broadcast in the late afternoon daytime slot on the channel. It was set in a cave and featured the characters Miss Blodyn Tatws (Miss Potato Flower, played by Robin Griffiths), Llewelyn Fawr (Big Llewelyn, played by John “Ogs” Ogwen), Dyn Creu (Creation Man, played by Dewi “Pws” Morris), Dan Dwr (Dan Water or, literally, Underwater, played by John Pierce Jones) and Caleb Y Twrch (Caleb The Mole, played by Hywel). Also involved was the actress who provided the Welsh voice of shell-hatted black chick, Calimero. Dyn Creu had a head like the inflated teat of a pink condom covered in cenobite-type spikes, had boxing gloves for hands, and daffodils for ears and a nose. That wasn’t even the most alarming thing about Miri Mawr.

The programme was a combination of in-camera comedy vignettes featuring puppets and characters in costume, and pre-recorded educational films. Imagine Sesame Street on some especially powerful mushrooms and you get the general idea. Produced by the Head of HTV Wales Children’s Television, Peter Elias Jones, and written by Clive Roberts and John Pierce Jones, it was recorded at the channel’s Pontcanna studios in Cardiff and featured a rather catchy theme tune: Blue Bottle by The Frank Barkley Group.

It’s a programme with connections to a murder, Welsh Beatlemania, a hit single, Welsh rugby, Max Boyce and a late-night adult version that didn’t quite take off. Through various cloak-and-dagger operations, I managed to arrange a time to talk to Dafydd Hywel over the phone. We covered a lot. I first asked him how he got into acting:

“Well, in 1968, I was part of the Welsh National Theatre of Wales in the Welsh Language which was unusual because most Welsh people became either preachers or teachers. There were four of us chosen to be trainee actors with the company. I was actually in my final year in Swansea and I didn’t pass my exam to be a teacher. I went up to one of the theatre companies and the boss told me to go back and resit the exam so I’d have something behind me. I resat and I passed. I was offered a teaching job in Llysfen in Cardiff – then known as the “Beverley Hills” of Cardiff. I gave it up for another job that didn’t come through. I thought, never mind, I might get a job acting. As luck would have it, Peter Elias Jones rang me up and told me about Miri Mawr which had been going for a year by then and asked me if I’d be interested in the part of Caleb. John Ogs had recommended me – John was one of the four trainees at the National Theatre of Wales.”

One of the distinctive aspects of the programme was the costumes, and the look of Caleb. Did you have any say over yours and how was it to wear?

With the costumes we had, we thought of The Wombles before The Wombles did. It was OK when you got used to it. Everyone used to ask: why is Caleb walking around with his head down all the time? The reason was, that in the cave, I had my scripts all over the place – and the crew used to brush them all around. Blodyn at one point asked me a question but answered it as well, as if Caleb didn’t know the lines. We had a lot of fun like that.

What drew you to the part?

In terms of the character – a large, adult mole – I just took the part; I didn’t ask why or what. In the second year they brought in a second character which I played – Belac, Caleb’s twin brother. In the same suit! To tell you the truth, I was just glad I’d got a job. Morgan Rees was there and John Ogs; it was as if it had been written in the stars. We got on great. One actor – he was a guitarist – played a similar character to mine in a BBC series and he was burnt in his costume. So that scared a lot of people.

Margaret Pritchard, later a continuity announcer on HTV Wales, was also involved wasn’t she?

She had a serious role, talking to the kids. She wasn’t part of the script of Miri Mawr. She did a couple of news stories for the kids. The character of Blodyn Tatws, Rob based her on a lady who used to work at HTV, a woman called Dorothy.

The script could be described as surreal, to put it mildly. What did you think when you read it?

I never thought it was weird. I thought it was really funny when we started dressing up and acting it. We didn’t have much rehearsal – it was only about 10 mins in a half hour show but it was very important that we all clicked as actors; and we were all friends. This made a hell of a difference. When I saw the cameramen laughing – and the crew didn’t speak Welsh – I knew there was something going on here. Caleb ate only penguins and custard pies. He loved custard pies.

How did the crew manage the set and react to the performances?

The crew was very union-minded, as they should be – a group of Cardiffians. You weren’t allowed to touch anything but we got on so well, they let us move stuff around more and more. I always remember waiting for lunch and Dewi Pws was right at the top of the studio. The boys said: “Right! One o’clock! Dinner!” And Dewi Pws shouting “Hey boys, I’m up here!” “We don’t care – it’s one o’clock!” Taking the piss, they were. They kept him up there for about 15 minutes. As the show went on, they started laughing with us – at one point, the camera boys had to stop, they were laughing so much. We had a great rapport with them, fantastic. The best rapport of all the stuff I’ve done.

One thing has always intrigued me: why was Miri Mawr set in a cave?

The only thing I know is that it was out in Iceland somewhere. Right out in the snow. Somewhere like that, the Antarctic. Well, that’s what I thought. Iestyn Garlick, who played Llewelyn Fawr after John Ogs, said that “the idea of doing a programme like Miri Mawr is totally ridiculous if you think about it, but it made the programme cultural” That’s very good, actually, because, you know, it was very Welsh. Not only because of the Welsh language but because of the Welsh context; they put a bit of info in for the kids.

What was the reaction to the first episode that went out, can you remember?

Not really. All I know is that for the next few weeks Caleb became a bit of a star and was invited to all these Eisteddfods. I remember flying to Rhyl Eisteddfod. As I came off the helicopter, hundreds and hundreds of people and all kinds of ages were there. It was like Beatlemania. I was surprised. I was invited to open carnivals. I went to Barry to open something and I was there with one of the players from the Lions rugby team. I remember saying to him, “Trev, what a way to earn a bloody living – as a mole”.

Another 
time, Caleb was introducing a night at St Peters Hall in Carmarthen where Max Boyce topped the bill and sang “Hymns and Arias”. A week later it became a huge hit. There was talk about doing a stage show but it would have been very hard to do. Caleb did do a show in the night with, I think, Philip Madoc. Clive Roberts wrote it. It was on at 10 o’clock at night. Adult Caleb. Went on for a year. I’m terrible at remembering things – that’s why I’m not very good at lines. I did have some strange ladies messing about with my nose.

You mentioned Clive Roberts. He had a troubled history [Miri Mawr co-writer Roberts was convicted in 1990 of murdering his partner, Elinor Wyn Roberts, and spent 12 years in prison]

Clive had a problem. The last time I worked with him, I was rehearsing out in the Valleys somewhere with Sue Roderick. He asked her if she’d like to go for a drink at 8 o’clock in the morning.  I worked with his partner, too. Both had problems. Clive said he couldn’t remember what happened [on the night of the murder]. One psychiatrist said he could, one said he couldn’t.

Why did you leave Miri Mawr?

I was offered something else and they wouldn’t give me time off to do it, so I Ieft. Another actor did it for a few months and then it finished. Over the years a lot of people didn’t know it was me – they thought it was someone else.

But people who knew the programme, remember you from it.

A lot of the rugby boys were very big fans – Derek Quinnell, Ray Gravell. I was playing at Clwb Rygbi Caerdydd against Llanelli Athletic and I was introduced as Caleb – not Dafydd, not Hywel, not DH – Caleb. We became great friends, huge mates. The surprise people had is that so many non-Welsh speakers liked it – even my next door neighbour who’s nearly 70. He doesn’t speak Welsh but he and his mates used to watch it. I think that what we did, as actors, was not talk down to the children. A lot of children’s TV is “How’s it going, bach?” We just talked to them as adults. They knew exactly what was going on. It hit a note. I don’t know why.

Did you see what Huw Edwards tweeted earlier this year about Miri Mawr?

No! Well, well!

The success of the series led to Miri Mawr releasing a single, didn’t it?

There was a seven-inch single [Mayhem, released in 1974] and there’s a record where Caleb was singing at the Eisteddfod. Peter Elias Jones said, can you sing this song. And I said, of course. My man is Jerry Lee Lewis.

How would you sum up your experiences on Miri Mawr?

Mad, plenty of laughs and everybody enjoyed themselves

Different to the experience on Stanley and The Women (1991)?

They go on about Gavin and Stacey having 15 million viewers, we had 17 million when we did Stanley. When Holby and Doctor Who came to Cardiff, the Welsh crachach [snobs] loved it. It’s the Welsh language buggers who have spoiled it. I went to about five festivals, flown over to HOFF. When Boy Solider was playing in Dublin, it kick-started the Irish Film Festival. Martin McGuinness came up at the end and said it was the best film about The Troubles he’d seen.

What is next for you?

I don’t know. I don’t want to do a lot, just something I enjoy doing. I’ve been very lucky. I’m not the most popular with the Welsh crachach but that doesn’t bother me. I run a professional theatre company based in Llanelli – if I’m on my own, the girls [his daughters] help me out. We started out doing pantomime, but it’s expanded. The next project is on bullying in schools with some humour and music. We get some money from the Arts Council – we have around seven actors, four in the band, a couple of dancers and a crew of about four. Although I’m not a big fan of the theatre, as an actor – too much like hard work.

Thank you so much, Dafydd – you’ve been generous and brilliant.

No problem. The next time you’re down, let’s go for a pint.

Many thanks to Dafydd for generously taking the time to talk to me for this piece. His autobiography, Hunangofiant, is available in Welsh. Caleb lives forever in our hearts and, occasionally, our nightmares.

G Neil Martin is a Professor of Psychology and writer. You can get in touch with him via Twitter @thatneilmartin

This article originally appeared in issue four of the Curious British Telly fanzine.

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