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There’s More to This Than Meets the I-player

W1A, the sort-of sequel to 2012, is a mockumentary about the BBC; specifically, its staff who work behind the scenes in Broadcasting House.  It has been going for two or three years, and at first I found it subtly enjoyable but short on real laughs.  But it has grown on me.  As I pointed out a few days ago:


it’s a sort of cross between The Office and Dilbert with bits of Reggie Perrin thrown in (there’s a pair who say ‘brilliant’ and ‘cool’ which is surely the modern version of ‘great’ and ‘super’:


Most of the characters work in jobs no-one understands, least of all themselves: and top of the incomprehensible heap is Ian Fletcher, formerly Head of Olympic Deliverance, now appointed as the BBC’s Head of Values (or Captain Values, as his colleague Simon likes to call him.)  We first see him arriving on his Brompton; it’s not long before Simon gets a better one, thus beginning a running gag about Brompton bikes.

In series two Anna Rampton, previously moderately competent, is promoted to Director of Better, a job neither she nor anyone else understands:

‘The fact is this is about identifying what we do best and finding more ways of doing less of it better.’  This is pure Dilbert; but as the series went on I found myself irresistibly reminded of Theresa May, another woman promoted beyond her capabilities and reduced to repeating meaningless soundbites.

Simon’s Machiavellian  antics, previously confined to bikes and buck-passing, reach new heights in this third series when a new post is created and no-one tells Ian Fletcher.  When challenged, Simon tells Ian the post was considered beneath his grade.

‘Well, can I sit on the interview panel then?’

‘Sorry, that’s just for the big-wigs.’

‘Great.  So I’m too important to apply for the job but not important enough to sit on the interview panel.’

‘It’s a unique position Ian.’

Brilliant stuff.

Meanwhile Lucy, the only competent person in the BBC apart from Ian Fletcher, is spending every spare moment being pursued by the intolerable David who keeps bending her ear about his problems and then passing off his ideas as her own.

But in spite of the Dilbert connection I suspect this wouldn’t work in the US because none of the comedy would arise if it wasn’t for everyone being just too damned polite.  Siobhan Sharpe of the BBC’s PR company is everyone’s worst nightmare and impervious to – well, anything at all really – but no-one has the gall to tell her so: Simon is a shit-stirrer extraordinaire who dodges every bullet by saying ‘well, I don’t know how these things work and you’ll know how you want to deal with this’ whereas David’s tactic is to go uber-camp: ‘I know!  Tell me about it!  It’s a nightmare!’ when everyone knows it was his incompetence that caused the problem in the first place.  But they’re all too polite to say so – all except Neil, the old-fashioned tell-it-like-it-is head of news who says things like ‘bollocks’ and ‘we’re f***d.’  But alas, his tropes are no more effective than anyone else’s.  The last series ends with Lucy and Ian almost getting together… but I’m sure some nightmare co-worker will turn up and put a stop to it, and they’ll be too polite to tell them to **** off.

I urge you to watch this if you can.  Series 3 is on i-player and if you have Netflix you can watch series 2 there as well.  You can watch it on your syncopatitablet…


Kirk out


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Comfrey Cuttings? Cut!

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I just discovered this post lurking in the drafts folder: I wrote it a week ago and thought I’d published it, but not so.

I’ve got a bit carried away with gardening this week, and while the two lavender cuttings were settling into their pot, I looked up methods of propagating comfrey.  Mark used to joke about this herb, ‘it doesn’t come free, you know,’ but actually – it does.  Not only that, if it’s in a place where you don’t want it, it’s very hard to get rid of.  But I wanted to take some from between the cracks in the front garden and transport it to the back – to which end, I did some research – and, surprise, surprise, you can’t take cuttings.  I more or less knew this, but whereas the recommended method is to divide the plants and transplant one half, the only comfrey plants available to me have wedged themselves so tightly between paving-slabs that it is impossible to get any garden implement in there.

But all was not lost.  As I wrote ‘comfrey cuttings’ on my notepad, a small twinge occurred in my brain.  It reminded me of something.  Some poking around revealed this to be an abortive follow-up to Dad’s Army called Parsley Sidings.


And all of this set me thinking about sequels to sitcoms.  Ones which failed include Joey, the unsuccessful follow-up to Friends; Going Straight, the much less exciting spin-off from Porridge, and one which only I seem to remember, Constant Hot Water, which featured Pat Phoenix (Elsie Tanner of Coronation St) as a B&B landlady.  I didn’t know, however, that there had been a sequel to M*A*S*H called Aftermash, but so it was.

However not all spin-offs are doomed to oblivion.  Some do even better than their progenitors.  Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads? is widely considered to be better than the original, and Frasier is far superior to Cheers.

None of which gets me any further with the comfrey.  I did attempt to dig up a couple of roots, but they both perished.

And this post has gone all squashed.  Maybe that’s what happens if they don’t see the light of day…

Kirk out




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One Richard Up, One Down…

So farewell then… Richard.  Yes, Richard Briers, aka ‘The Actor in the Car-park’, has died aged 579.  Known for his roles in The Good Battle of Bosworth and Ever-Decreasing Plantagenets, this much-loved actor’s reputation suffered after he played roles in Shakespeare where his deformities were exaggerated and he was only allowed to portray villains.  This was in marked contrast to his role in Real Life where he was well-liked, playing opposite such great women as Queen Margaret (‘Margot’) Leadbetter.

Richard Briers III was killed by a blow in the head from a tractor whilst out digging in Bosworth Field, although for years he had suffered from curvature of the spine due to walking in Ever-Decreasing Circles.

Oh, all right then… Richard Briers is dead.  This is very sad, though probably not unexpected as he was 79: he seems to have as well-liked in person as he was loved in his acting roles, the best-known of which were characters he himself disliked.  He found Tom Good unbearable and Martin Bryce (of ‘Ever-Decreasing Circles’) “a man of giant insecurity”, but was able nonetheless to make them sympathetic.  The Close, featured in the latter sitcom, could be a prototype of Harry Potter’s Little Whinging – and, though The Good Life was funnier in many ways, I found EDC more intelligent in the way it got inside the characters.  Another feature of the programme which I liked was what I called ‘Howard-and-Hilda jumpers’: each week Martin and Ann’s neighbours (and friends) would appear sporting a different set of matching knitwear.  There’s a classic example in this clip – about 3 minutes in:


I love the attention to detail in this series – the way Martin always turns the phone round when he comes in the house; the way Briers got his walk and mannerisms exactly so.  Briers also did a lot of voice-over work as he had an inimitable and highly individual voice: breathy but with a note of urgency and insistence; a voice that said; ‘You can be comfortable with me but I’m not a will-o’the-wisp.  He will be much missed.

Another blast from the past – we actually watched Coronation Street last night with Holly.  Amazingly, Ken Barlow and Gail thingy are still in it!  Take a look:


And that was yesterday.

Kirk out

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