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Looks Unfamiliar #14: Samira Ahmed – They All Had Hair Like Russ Tamblyn



Looks Unfamiliar 14 - Samira Ahmed

Looks Unfamiliar is a podcast in which writer and occasional broadcaster Tim Worthington talks to a guest about some of the things that they remember that nobody else ever seems to. Joining Tim this time is journalist and broadcaster Samira Ahmed, who wonders if anyone else has hazy recollections of ITV Saturday Morning show The Saturday Banana, Children's BBC drama The Changes, Mary Quant-designed action doll Havoc, Nurdin & Peacock Own Brand Cola, ZX Spectrum game Thro' The Wall (especially when played on the School Computer), childhood misapprehensions about the news, and that time that ITV schools show Picture Box used a clip from Cleopatra Jones. Along the way we'll be pondering what Jacob Rees-Mogg could have learned from Metal Mickey, swapping stories about writing to Newsround and Week Ending as youngsters, and finding out the appropriate circumstances for marrying off poseable action figures. And if anyone out there can help find the edition of Picture Box in question, please get in touch...!!

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Nothing's Gonna Change My World: The Ten Least Effective Protest Songs


Protest songs are a notoriously difficult artform. Sometimes, like United Artists Against Apartheid and their 'ain't gonna play Sun City' antics, you can be so blunt and unforgiving about the authorities and your peers that they get spooked and hide it so effectively that hardly anyone actually hears it. Other times, like Scritti Politti and their sarcasm-riven salute to The 'Sweetest Girl', you can be so arch and elliptical that nobody actually realises you were trying to make a point in the first place. And then you can just miss your target altogether. Here are ten songs that, with the best will in the world, are hardly likely to find themselves feted as a lost call to arms...


Julian Lennon 'Saltwater'


A Mellotron-backed lament for global famine, deforestation, the depletion of the ozone layer and the BBC wiping Doctor Who And The Space Pirates, all of which occasion Lennon Junior to blub. The solutions, he appears to suggest, lie in evaluating these phenomena against landmark expeditionary achievements and milestone scientific breakthroughs, including, erm, those inhuman boffins who 'make the deserts bloom'. It also helps, if the video is anything to go by, if a binman looks at the sky sort of wistfully whilst lugging a trashcan. Extra points for sounding the least like The Beatles ever out of anything that the average local radio DJ thought sounded 'just like The Beatles'.


Back To The Planet 'Teenage Turtles'


Crusty techno types have a go back at... what exactly? There's something about those heartless bastards who maliciously go out and work for a living and a 'they' who 'just want people with a brain in their arse' ("'You won't print our lyrics because they say 'arse'!'... erm, we just did" - Smash Hits), but beyond that...? Whatever it is, they're blaming it all on the parents, the schools, the telly 'with adverts', and of course The Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles ("an influence bad, all the little children brain dead, it's sad"), roughly three years after any self-respecting youngster would have given a flying fuck about Leonardo and company. At least Daisy Chainsaw got right to the sodding point. Roll on Britpop, frankly.


Kriss Kross 'It's A Shame'


Daddy Mack and Mack Daddy lift the lid on gang culture, delivering an extended backward-clothed dissection of the major sociocultural lifestyle risk pattern facing underprivileged urban youth in the modern developed world. And their conclusion? It's 'a shame'. They also appear to hold, erm, Pac-Man responsible. Note also the 'meaningful' ending featuring gang members disappearing from the screen one by one. We may well need to call in Roland Barthes to decode the symbolism.


Extreme 'Rest In Peace'


1991's premier exponents of acoustic-funk-metal-with-short-haired-drummer get all gung-ho in the wake of the Gulf War with a scansion-free message for all those lousy goddamn hippies getting in the way with their peace and love when we should just be out there kicking ass - "Make Love Not War sounds so absurd to me, we can't afford to say these words lightly, or else our world will truly rest in peace". There's also a warning not to 'tread on me', a rebuke to a 'hypocrite' who said 'Give Peace A Chance' and caused everyone to 'sit on the fence', and a scarcastic cry of 'Ban The Bomb'. In fairness, they may have just been trying to restore a bit of credibility following their eighteen thousand hit ballads. Either way, seldom was a complex argument delivered with less complexity.


Bill Oddie 'Nothing Better To Do'


With Mods and Rockers on the deckchair-smashing Bank Holiday rampage across the nation's seaside towns, it falls to a Goodie-in-waiting to plead with the Sawdust Caesars to return to their homes and places of business. Despite its dramatic faux-r'n'b pastiche arrangement and Oddie's impassioned delivery and 'in character' spoken word bit as a buck-passing Mod and/or Rocker, it had about as much chance of connecting with them as The Laughing Gnome, and scored a spectacular own goal when the BBC refused to play it out of fear that it would have the precise opposite effect and simply spur all concerned parties on into further acts of throwing tables in Cantonese takeaways.


The Smiths 'Meat Is Murder'


Animal Rights - a complex issue surrounded by a barrage of powerful and emotive debates that perhaps should not be touched on in a single paragraph, let alone as an adjunct of pop music-based levity. Except when they are expressed by Steven Patrick Morrissey in a lyric so flimsy and badly argued that its every last utterance can be dismissed with a simple 'no it isn't' or 'yes it is'. "See Me" - Wendy James.


Tin Machine 'Video Crime'


Bowie and the boys turn their screeching art-rock attention to the thrillseekers gorging on 'Video Nasties', delivering a blistering rebuke to anyone whose average evening's entertainment incorporated cannibals, zombies and drill-wielding painters with a quasi-religious persecution complex and lax definition of the boundaries of 'art'. There was only one problem with all of this. Video Crime came out in 1989, and the Video Recordings Act came into effect in 1984, meaning that all those copies of The Beast In Heat had been flung onto a special bonfire long before they even entered the studio.


Bros 'Try'


Matt and Luke attempt to reverse their Dumper-wards trajectory with an impassioned gospel-inflected ecological plea delivered to some bloke eating crisps, warning that there will be no birds up in the sky unless 'we' stop 'it' now. Presumably the minor landslide of vinyl, cassettes, 'Postermags', badges, t-shirts, leather jackets, pilfered bottle tops and Summer Specials containing bizarre text stories about kidnappers plotting to hold Matt to ransom in 'our 'oliday 'ome' that they had left in their wake did not constitute part of the 'it'.


Transvision Vamp 'Born To Be Sold'


The Crow And Alice-era You And Me theme gets rewritten as a huskily-voiced meditation on the Fame Industry, and everyone from Elvis Presley to Marilyn, Cassius Clay to Billy The Kid (and, inevitably, Morrissey), who became 'slaves of gold' and were, you guessed it, 'Born To Be Sold'. Wendy James, on the other hand, is what she chooses to be; she doesn't need no-one to bleed for her, she's going to make her own history. Let's look forward to her taking up a whole chapter in Dominic Sandbrook's next book.


Five Man Electrical Band 'Signs'


And finally, a bunch of Canadian Prog-Rockers take a brave and controversial stand against something that's been getting away with it for far too long - signs. Yes, actual signs. They won't be doing THAT again!

Still, at least they never saw fit to make a record protesting against the cancellation of a television programme...




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ITV 59 - All Your ITV Favourites (And Fiddlers Three) Part Six: Children's ITV

Crikey DM, we've got our work cut out for us here. Despite their long history of delivering quality children's programming, from Freewheelers to Press Gang and beyond (and, lest we forget, TV's Eye Of The Storm), ITV have never really taken the requisite 'branding' for the nominal timeslot for such programming very seriously at all. Normal practice in 'them days' was to just sort of shove the halfway decent homemade stuff out in some sort of vague positioning somewhere between 3pm and 5pm, surrounded by acres of bulk-bought piss all - indeed, if there actually had been an eight million American kids-have-adventures serial called Piss All, they'd have fallen over themselves in the rush to purchase the rights to it - and hope for the best.

From the early days of out-of-vision continuity announcers making the imminent arrival of Magpie sound more like a threat, to the modern era of hashtag-heavy credit-squeezing safely tucked away on a remote digital channel so that we can get on with the serious business of that gameshow where people roll down a slope or something, they've never really cared that much apart from one brief shining moment in the early to mid eighties. For it was then that the IBA rapped the collective ITV knuckles for not taking their responsibility towards younger viewers seriously enough (as opposed to the ITC, who would just tell them to go ahead and empty more bins over people's heads), leading to the establishment of strip-stranded branded hoedown Watch It!.


With its iron-on-transfer-friendly logo - seen here literally ironed on to the t-shirt of this Emu's All New Pink Windmill Show escapee gone one pill makes you larger - Watch It! was a Murphy's Mob-heralding hit of sorts, not just on account of the uber-Yer Programme's On in-your-face window dressing but also especially when they hit on the genius idea of renaming it Children's ITV and duly getting Children's ITV-friendly 'names' in to link the programmes from, for no apparent reason, a spaceship. So the 'Broom Cupboard' wasn't quite as original as all those weirdly punctuated side-of-page timelines in the Radio Times might like to make out, but hey ho. So, setting the controls for the heart of The All Electric Amusement Arcade...


The main, erm, mainstay of the inexplicably intergalactic hotseat was of course Matthew Kelly, at that point weighing up his post-Game For A Laugh options by way of a series of hobby-skewed vocation-proposing Children's ITV magazine shows like Kellyvision and Madabout ("YOU MUST BE MADABOUT!/Trains! and chucking out planes!", ran the Kelly/Sub-Madness Gruff Bloke-sung theme song), and always on hand to introduce that news quiz one with Tommy Boyd that nobody ever quite saw the point of. But he had to go off holiday every now and then, which is when the stars - and indeed characters - would step into the lever-crowded flight deck...


Two sadly-missed 'anarchic' children's TV regulars of the day to start off with, namely Charlotte Coleman in character as Ruby Cunliffe-esque tearaway Marmalade Atkins, seen here most probably denouncing Gammon And Spinach as 'boring' or addressing one of those prats from Brendon Chase as 'cock', followed by serious ac-tor turned perpetual flan-flinging vicinity resident David Rappaport, appearing here in character as a Tizer advert. And, apparently, in the Big Brother Diary Room to boot.


Two extremes of comedy now, albeit two extremes that were pretty much rendered much of a middle ground muchness by virtue of their affiliation with Children's ITV. First up there's Bill Oddie, whose diversion in his post-Goodie pre-Birdbothering void into Dolenz-helmed sitcommery for younger viewers - most famously the inexcusably stage school brat-sponsoring From The Top and the inexplicably giant Bertie Bassett ripoff thing-sponsoring The Bubblegum Brigade - has strangely dropped off the historical radar. Then come The Krankies, seen here at the height of their censored-theme-song Joke Machine infamy, and it has to be said that, much like poor old Russ Abbot, Ian and Wee Jimmy's stint on ITV was when they were actually quite good. Sort of. Just don't let them start singing (He's Always) Pickin' On Me.


More commercial channel tomfoolery for the benefit of younger end of the audience spectrum, courtesy of Derek Griffiths in a rare in-character promotional appearance for bewilderingly widely remembered cartoon-introducing cinema-based lunacy Film Fun, and - stand back Superman, Iceman, Spider-Man, Batman and Robin too, and also Peter Petrelli as well probably - it's Gudrun Ure, TV 'Supergran', no doubt introducing the next programme on the proviso that 'Scunner' Campbell would not have sabotaged its transmission. They never got Nings from How To Be Cool in to do it, did they?


Yes, it's leading alien puppet nasal mucus receptacle Gareth 'Gaz Top' Jones, fresh from drinking some cherry pop made with alternative technology. And what's that? He likes The Alarm, you say? My goodness, what a revelation. Stand down, Dominic Sandbrook!


Given the endless procession of all-singing-all-dancing sitcom-variety series based around the conceit that Emu had a remote control or something, Rod Hull and his glittery blue bird pal were inevitably regular occupants of the interstellar presenting chair, with the requisite quota of "oh no you've pulled the wrong lever they'll have to watch C.A.B. now instead!!"-type gags fully intact. Needless to say there was also plenty of room for the Parkinson-twatter to indulge in trademark non-Rod beaky anarchism, such as the above intrusion into the somewhat meagre day's schedule. Only one of the above shows had Jo Unwin, Gian Sammarco and most of the cast of Hardwicke House in it.


Sadly, shark jumpage had occurred by 1987, when the decision was taken to replace the moonlighting stars of the shows with Schofield-plagiarising 'regular hosts'. Seen here are Gary Terzza and Debbie Shore (a former 'Miss ATV', apparently, as if that was something that you'd put on your CV), in a pastel-on-pastel nightmare which we need concern ourselves with no further.


Hang on a minute... Parky? What's he doing here?! Don't start adjusting your set just yet - unfortunately, despite extensive research, it's proved impossible* to locate an image of end-of-the-eighties host Jerry Foulkes and his puppet pal Scally The Dog, so Mr. Parkinson has kindly agreed to appear as an illustration in its place. Anyway, that's the last we'll be seeing of him.

* For 'impossible' read 'we just couldn't bear to see his stupid face again, or Jerry's either'. Anyway, join us again next time, when we'll be shouting 'THIS IS A SOME THE NEWWWWWWWWS'...

The Seventy Eighth Annual Academy Salute To Eighty Seven Million Years Of The BBC Part 10: Continuity Slides


Yes, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, especially if you’ve absolutely no interest in base sarcasm with occasional factual accuracy about old-skool BBC presentation techniques but have still read eight lengthy posts about it anyway – the final part of our Rifle Through The BBC’s Big Bin Where They Threw All The Old Test Cards And Things Like That Once They’d Stopped Using Them. And that final bit of old-skool presentation? Why, it’s ‘continuity slides’ – in other words, those captions with a show title and accompanying photo that they used to flash up while telling you what was on and when. Nowadays just about the only place you’ll see them is in extras on ‘classic’ Doctor Who DVDs, and even then they’re hidden extras half the time anyway, but some of them were gloriously bonkers and deserve another outing. And how many of the initially-thought-of list of examples do you think we actually managed to find? Clue: it’s not many…

 
In most of the other instalments, we’ve generally seen things start to get graphically more interesting (and indeed graphically more interesting) some time around 1966. Continuity slides, however, were still languishing in the doldrums of ‘get a sensible-looking publicity still and slap the show’s name on it’ even in the early seventies, as you can see from the Cambridgian post-satire double-bill above. Possibly this was some sort of quasi-magnanimous gesture related to the slow regional roll-out of colour broadcasting, as though they didn’t want those who still got a black and white signal to feel like they were missing out on the ‘fun’ (though if it was then clearly nobody was brave enough to tell ‘Girl’ and ‘Clown’ to fall into line), but it doesn’t really do us much good in terms of this here humorous overview, and worse still it means we are denied the opportunity to chortle at ludicrous-looking slides for R.3. Anyway, the times they were indeed a-changing, just a little bit later than they did for everything else on the BBC.


Once a bit of colour and flair finally did come along, standard practice for BBC1 in those post-Psychedelic days was to get a recognisable bit of iconography from the show – such as the grinning visage of lumbering detective Cannon – and spread it out across the slide in an Andy Warhol-aping arrangement of alternating hues. The existence of such slides, incidentally, made it all the more hilarious when a similar Tardis-shading gambit turned up on a Doctor Who DVD a couple of years back, and know-all fans fell over themselves in their haste to publically cry ‘FAKE!!’. Meanwhile, BBC2 had their arty and intellectual reputation to think of, and so avoided such excursions into colour-crazy hoo-hah in favour of more straightforward imagery, such as this abstract rendition of a bloke looking through a security door for a showing of George A. Romero’s big screen bio-terrorism fable The Crazies.


Indeed, BBC2 were noticeably keen to avoid doing anything so lowbrow as actually featuring a proper image from the programme itself, preferring instead to employ the services of somewhat more vague and generic iconography. Take the above slides, the first promoting literary discussion show The Book Programme, with this week’s lineup of Tommy Vance, Louis Barfe, a generic second division Britpop guitarist, Mr Davenport from Rentaghost, Nick Griffin and Russ Abbot’s C.U. Jimmy, and the second pushing weekly Jimmy Smith-heralded economic affairs hoedown The Money Programme, marking out its heavyweight status with the cunning use of exotic ‘foreign’ currency.


Sometimes, you do have to wonder exactly who these slides were aimed at. Take BBC1′s push for the 1978 Miss World contest – an event that was already on the ropes thanks to years of feminists protesting by punching that Christmas Tree Delegate out of Doctor Who And The Mission To The Unknown and shouting “I will personally spit in every fiftieth burger” at Alan Driscoll Lead Singer Of Techno Band thewomb, and frankly needed all the help it could get – which basically involved a group of artistically-rendered ‘lovelies’ of the sort that were only ever found attractive by blokes with moustaches in early seventies sitcoms who said “WOOOOARGH, EH?” a lot. Meanwhile, BBC2 clearly believed that the correct way to entice viewers towards straight-faced current affairs analysis was with a big picture of Denis Healy.


Continuity slides often had to be assembled at very short notice, especially if they were for BBC1 and even more especially if they were related to the moveable ‘feast’ that was live sports coverage. Consequently, as we’ll be seeing quite a few times in the upcoming examples, there was rarely ever enough time to make sure that the assembled image actually made any visual or indeed conceptual sense. Still, it’s handy to have such an of-its-time reminder of the 1978 World Cup, a tournament famous for the short-lived rule that all players had to use a giant ball while performing the Snoopy dance.


If you had a little more time to devote to slide-construction, the results were often markedly superior. Take for example these two Christmas-themed efforts from the late seventies, where somebody’s taken the time and trouble to do a proper and proportionally correct photographic montage. On the left we have Larry Grayson, about to get his arm trapped in the door he was always exhorting all and sundry to ‘shut’, and on the right the ascendent phenomenon of Dallas, with the cast handily positioned in front of the Stars and Stripes so you knew it was ‘American’.


And of course – as you should know already – nowhere was time, money and effort in shorter supply than in the allegorically underfunded world of BBC Schools And Colleges, where the already cheap continuity slide layout was made to look cheaper still through the continual use of the most battered, badly cropped, poorly focused and logically taxing photos that were lying nearest to hand, regardless of whether they actually hailed from the programme in question or not. This photo of Peter Combe and That Annoying Trilly Woman from Music Time, for example, has clearly been trodden on a couple of times. And why are they so keen to avoid the child on the far right of the photo? And this wasn’t even the one we wanted to use…


Hang on a minute… Parky? What’s he doing here?! Don’t start adjusting your set just yet – unfortunately, despite extensive research, it’s proved impossible to locate that generic BBC Schools slide with two cartoon birds in hats, or the one for BBC Schools show W.A.L.R.U.S. with a load of teens with seventies haircuts seemingly cut out of a larger photo with blunt scissors, or the Camberwick Green one with the puppets looming menacingly towards the screen, or the extreme close-up of The McWomble, or that poorly-cropped one of Roobarb in a pirate’s hat, or indeed most of the ones that were originally shortlisted when this piece was in the planning stages, so Mr. Parkinson has generously agreed to appear as an illustration in its place. Anyway, that’s the last we’ll be seeing of him.


Happily, something from that initial list that did turn up was a couple of examples of the short-lived rebranding of the lunchtime slot formerly known as Watch With Mother as ‘See Saw’, invariably bookended (though sadly never literally bookended by Professor Yaffle) by a slide featuring two characters from that day’s show – usually visibly cut out of an old tie-in storybook, which amusingly resulted in Gabriel The Toad from Bagpuss being featured still in his tin - balancing precariously on the world’s most geometrically improbable see-saw; unless, of course, there was no available visual reference material for the show in question – as with Chock-A-Block, Bric-A-Brac, Stop! Go! and, well, any of the ones with punctuation in the title really – when they would just use a close-up of the empty see-saw instead. It’s a shame they didn’t extend this to the rest of their output, thereby denying us the chance to see a see-saw mounted Craven and Darius Jedburgh introducing Edge Of Darkness.


Anyway, back to the often perplexing choice of slide-mounted imagery, and while we’ve said plenty about how ridiculous the ‘non-canon’ choices could sometimes be, that doesn’t mean to say that ‘on-topic’ choices were neccessarily any better. Reluctantly sidestepping the overarching question of why anyone would need to be reminded when the News is on anyway, using a still of that animated paper lantern from the News-y opening titles du jour was an utterly ridiculous and self-defeating idea, as any casual and inattentive viewer (which, let’s face it, anyone watching at midday in the days before the arrival of an actual daytime service would have been) would see it from the corner of their eye and mistakenly assume it was the actual opening titles. You didn’t get that with your two cartoon birds in hats.


So, it’s time we had a TV Burp-style face-off to decide which was the best out of the precision-targeted and woefully-vague image choice gambits, and it’s going to take place on the hallowed turf of school holidays morning schedules. In the blue corner we have improving arts and crafts education-through-the-back-door long-runner Why Don’t You…?, represented by that smartarse telly from the Janis Joplin-soundalike-era opening titles (though it wasn’t quite ‘smart’ enough to realise that it was technically actually urging viewers to switch it off and not bother watching it again… stitch that, you smug 625-Line pillock), and in the red corner, strategem-meets-surrealism daily piece-move-chronicle Play Chess, a peculiar mix of child genii, computer graphics, and confusing comic tales about The One They Called… The Bishop, signified by some, well, chess pieces. Hmmm, we’re not really anywhere nearer a resolution, are we? Oh well, Round 2…


So let’s try again… taking up the bat this time is Ron Pickering-compered school sports day writ large We Are The Champions, signposted with the Children’s BBC ‘balloon’ variant (as covered in more detail here) and some indefinably gleaming gold thingy that is presumably made up of a gaggle of overexposed trophies, and BBC2 bowling with a what-it-says-on-the-tin counterpart for the quite possibly misleadingly exciting-sounding Whicker! And… no. Still no firm conclusion. In summary then, they’re both as ‘tops’ as anything!


For no reason other than that they were both inexplicably amusing, here’s a brace of mid-eighties BBC1 comedy continuity slides. First up, The Best Of Three Of A Kind (which really must have been a short show), with a picture that in no way illustrates the alleged animosity between certain cast members nor indeed the other one attempting to cling to the coat-tails, or if you will vest-top straps (CALM DOWN WHEDON), of a slightly more Hollywood-bound colleague. This is followed – probably quite literally followed in the schedules too – by legendary culture clash-fixated urban unrest-com The Front Line, with Alan Igbon and Paul Barber poised to demonstrate the theme song’s claim that Malcolm and Sheldon do indeed fight like ‘cat’ and ‘dog’. And guess which one of them’s out on DVD…?


We’re now heading towards the timeframe in which this long-serving continuity slide layout was starting to look a little tired, as exemplified by this ludicrously outmoded bit of Eurovision-pluggage, featuring a pretty nondescript drawing of what appears to be Neil Innes’ ‘French Crooner’ character with his features shunted haphazardly around his face a la Mr. Robinson The Window Cleaner from Trumpton. And this was 1984 – they’d invented the Sinclair QL by then!!


Similar ‘could try harder’ comments could not unreasonably be scrawled in the margin of this generic ‘late film’ gambit. The tinting is presumably there to misleadingly suggest to feverish adolescents that the film they’re about to sneakily watch will be both ‘red hot’ and ‘blue’, as opposed to the reality that it was probably just The Spy With My Face yet again, which is fair enough as far as it goes but y’know… they were competing with Video Nasties here!


And to put the top hat on it (in fact, a slide for Top Hat or indeed The Top Hat Rabbits would have worked just as well here), here’s a tired old slide layout with tired old photos of the tired old adventures of a tedious dog, and a show that, while pretty good, was still being transmitted from tired old prints with whopping great subversion-removing Boss Cat-style jump cuts in them. Ring out the old, ring in the new…


And what exactly are camp daytime chefs (“I’ll just get the sage” – “oh well, you’d know all about that!!”) Hudson & Halls toasting in this brand new colourful arrangement for the brand new colourful BBC Daytime service…?


Only the arrival of the new COW-based computerised graphical design setup, that’s what! And here it is in action, proving that with a swish enough system, even dull ‘zoo vet’-based drama One By One could be made to look, well, still a bit dull and ‘zoo vet’-based really, but you get the general idea. And with the advent of this exciting new technology, and how much visual flair we’ve already credited BBC2 with, and indeed the rapidly approaching end of this series of features, you can bet they’ll have used the new system to do something really spectacular.


Oh fuck off.


Ah, the pity of it, time, our old enemy, comes round again. Bish and trivvock, this is the final part of the final edition of, if you will, our little jaunt, as ever a jaunt as was. Yes, sadly, this is the conclusion of That BBC Continuity Through The Ages Thing That There Never Did Quite Seem To Be A Suitable Title For, though in pleasingly true BBC continuity voiceover fashion, it’ll be back for a special outing later in the year. And there’ll be a new and equally ridiculous series starting here on very soon too. So, in conclusion, thank you for reading, and please be upstanding for our national anthem…


…and now, please be seated again, as it’s time for the first part in our brand new series, The Changing Face Of Michael Parkinson:


Hang on a minute… Bagpuss? What’s he doing here?!…