I’ve enjoyed I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue for years and listen whenever it comes around, as it inevitably does; but lately I can’t help feeling that it’s succumbing to a bit of an ‘old fart’ tendency. Not only that, the audience seem so hyped-up that at intervals they actually shout ‘hurray!’ like a bunch of over-enthusiastic Enid Blyton characters, and practically have an orgasm whenever Mornington Crescent is announced. It’s a shame, because on the whole I like the programme: it has some great ideas, Jack Dee with his deadpan humour has taken over well from Humphrey Lyttleton’s ‘slightly bewildered ringmaster’ act, and it’s just silly, pointless fun. But I’m getting rather tired of the inevitable Hamish and Dougall who’ll always have had their tea: frankly, it could do with some new blood and a fresh twist of lemon in that cup of tea. Not to mention a new audience. What do they give them?
Last night Daniel and I watched an extra, ‘reunion’ episode of Red Dwarf. These things are rarely a good idea (exceptions include Blackadder and The Vicar of Dibley) and although this had its moments, it definitely jumped the shark when they teleported through a television screen and out into – guess what? – the early twenty-first century.
Oh, no. We switched off.
The memoir is almost finished. I know I’ve been saying that for a while now, but it really is. I’m determined it will be finished by early next week and then October will be preparing for NaNoWriMo.
I’m glad it starts on November 1st otherwise I’d end up awarding myself an endless holiday, like Richard Branson’s employees. What do you think of that idea? Interesting, huh?
PS I am going on holiday. I may be some time…
2 thoughts on “I’m Sorry I Don’t Give a Clue”
holiday? good for you, where?
No, it was a joke!