satire.
Imagine my surprise when I caught an old clip online last night to discover that it was deeply unfunny, witless, light-weight, cliched ****e.
Amazing how long it took me to realise.
Last edited by redgunamo; 08-30-2017 at 02:32 PM.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
This is the clip I watched.
It's the horribly forced "turkey's voting for Christmas" gag at the end that really made me want to punch someone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1l1XGiXgo0
There were four channels. People were much more forgiving when we only had four channels.
Mind you, Spitting Image lost any point once Mrs T left office. The point about 'satire' in the 80s was that she was an easy and popular target, since even a lot of those who voted for her didn't much like her - plus you got the feeling she didn't give a flying one what anyone thought of her. That made her a perfect, non-polarising satirical target.
Clive James is forever writing articles about how he's dying in The Observer, but singularly refusing to actually fùcking die. He's been at it about five years now.
Weren't the Clive James thing and the Tarrant thing pretty much the same? Both late Sunday night and laughing at Japanese gameshows?