I have long been exercised by radio comedy; and specifically, by the state of the 6.30 slot on radio 4. Now at this point I was all set to go into a rant, but I thought I’d better check my facts first. And the fact is, it’s officially Not As Bad As I Thought. So last week’s schedule was:
Monday – Just a Minute (always good)
Tuesday – the dreaded Pam Ayres (awful awful awful)
Wednesday – Somebody I’ve Never Heard of recreating an 18th-century bet (?? weird)
Thursday – Ed Reardon’s Week (not bad)
Friday – The News Quiz (much better than HIGNFY on TV)
So – erm – now the wind has been somewhat taken out of my sails and I’m left with a rant looking for a subject.
What I can say is that putting aside my views on the dreaded Ayres (on which I have blogged sufficiently of late) there is Far Too Much of This Sort of Thing – the most recent offering, The Case Book of Max and Ivan, which proved utterly lame. I can’t understand it. I was initially quite excited by this one as it featured June Whitfield as Dame Celia Deeply-Inappropriate. Aha! I thought. June Whitfield! I thought. A preposterous double-barrelled surname! I thought. Perhaps this is in the same vein as the Dickens spoof, Bleak Expectations? I wondered.
It wasn’t. Utter turgid tosh, in my opinion, June Whitfield notwithstanding.
How is it that woman keeps going?
But at last! there is hope on the horizon, for as I said the other day, Dead Ringers is back and yay! It is replacing the dreaded Ayres.
I wish I’d looked after me schedule…
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 