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The Best-Dressed Man on ITV 1974

Long overdue from us, some unprompted pimping of a smashing new blog, You Can’t Do That On TV Anymore by TV Cream’s founding father Phil Norman.

He’s just published a piece from TV Times about The Best Dressed Man on ITV in 1974 (two newsreaders in the running, who knew?) but previous delights include a tribute to Bob Block (we should’ve done that), BBC Bristol’s failed attempt at an occult magazine show and a salute to Clive James (another one we should have done).

Anyway, it comes highly recommended. Click here!

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The TV Cream Commemorative Royal Wedding Airship o’er Calais, France

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Sacre bleu! We try signalling for help...

Bonsoir!

Quelles sont les chances?There’s been a mighty wind at our backs today, so much so it’s blown us right off course, and into La Belle France! The picture above finds the TVC blimp, in desperation, signalling for assistance in morse code, by reflecting the early evening sunlight off the studs on Steve Berry’s ‘I’m on the telly’ leather jacket.

It didn’t work.

But no matter, we’ve since found some friendly French help and, as we type these words, we’re making good speed back across La Manche, in time to take our places in the skies o’er Westminster Abbey to bring you our TV Cream’s Right Royal Scene podcast! We’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, but until then, time for one final ‘audio mini-report’ from our TV Cream Commemorative Royal Wedding Airship…

 

You can also download it from here.

Au revoir!

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The TV Cream Commemorative Royal Wedding Airship o’er Wrexham (or ‘Wrecsam’)!

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All set for a smashing night out in Wrexham!

Noswaith dda!

Noswaith dda, Wrecsam!Thanks, everyone, who’s been following our regal sky procession so far, and joining in all the fun – and it has been fun – on Twitter. Today, we’ve literally been to Hull and back, before heading yonder o’er Cleethorpes, ATV Land and on into Wales.

But did you spot us during our travails? Well, these three TVC readers reckoned they did! They all dropped a – what DotComedy used to call – ‘funny JPEG’ in the email to us on blimp@tvcream.co.uk. Let’s have a look shall we?

Smiles out

Hector M Darky thinks he saw us o'er the smoking factories of Glasgow. Pluming heck!

Just up the road from The Phoenix

'AndrewCollingsFan' from London, we feel, isn't really trying hard enough.

Next stop, verdant Shepherd's Bush!

Helen J Wallace says she spotted the blimp in West London.

Better luck next time, everyone! Now, here’s another ‘audio mini-report’ to bring you up to speed with our progress, and to prepare you for Friday’s TV Cream’s Right Royal Scene podcast!

 

You can also download it from here.

Hwyl fawr!

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The TV Cream Commemorative Royal Wedding Airship o’er Liverpool!

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Hello!

Dey do dat down der do don't dey?Our airship has now docked safely in Liverpool having set off from Carlisle at around 8am (bloater of a night out, there – thanks Derek Batey!). If you’ve been following us on Twitter, you’ll know we’ve had an eventful day over these British Isles.

Lots of you think you’ve seen our colourful yellow and red TV Cream Royal Commemorative Airship in the skies over your town, and you’ve already been sending in your ‘sightings’. A selection of them are reproduced below. Click on each to see them at full size. And keep ‘em coming, everyone, on blimp@tvcream.co.uk.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Probably that, actually.

Mark of Mark's Place says he saw us over a carvery in the Midlands.

On top of the morning?

Mike Morris, asks if we have THREE airships flying in tandem. The answer is no.

Let us ENLIGHTEN you

Starsk says: "I spotted you in the Borders!" Not you didn't, Starsk.

Anyway, here’s today’s ‘audio mini-report’.

 

You can also download it from here.

Remember, all of this is in aid of our TV Cream’s Right Royal Scene podcast, which will go online on Friday. Should be our crowning glory!

Tomorrow we’ve got the Midlands and North Wales in our sights. Until then…

B’bye!

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All aboard the TV Cream Commemorative Royal Wedding Airship!

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The temporarily-charted TV Cream Royal Commemorative Airship

Hello!

Tillicoultry, near StirlingThis morning, TV Cream’s podcasting team of Ian, Chris and Graham (in that order) began a very special odyssey in order to celebrate the upcoming Royal Nuptials. In Tillicoultry near Stirling in Clackmannanshire in Scotland, the trio boarded the temporarily-charted TV Cream Royal Commemorative Airship, in which – between now and Friday – they intend to voyage o’er the British Isles, before mooring in the skies over Westminster Abbey, from where they’ll host a very special TV Cream’s Right Royal Scene Podcast, which you’ll be able to download on the morning of April 29th.

To get this blue-blooded party started, our thrill-seeking threesome have filed a special ‘audio mini-report’ which you can listen to right here:

 

Or download from here.

A balloon from our Big Balloon Bonanza!Along the journey, we’re going to be launching what we’re calling TV Cream’s Big Balloon Bonanza (in association with Rumbelows). Find one of the million TVC-branded balloons we’ll be distributing during our meanderings, and you might just get the chance to come along to our TV Cream’s Right Royal Scene Wedding Blimp Party, held hundreds of feet over our capital, namely London. So, watch the skies! And, more prosaically, watch our Twitter account for more updates.

Oh, and if you do spot our commemorative airship up in the skies, do take a snap and send it in to blimp@tvcream.co.uk. The best photos will be published right here on TV Cream!

See you tomorrow!

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John Sullivan: We salute you

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We salute youTV Cream again finds itself in the ghastly position of posting up another RIP for another timeless TV name who has a show returning to the schedules over the next week.

John Sullivan, former scene-shifter turned one-man TV sitcom powerhouse, passed away on April 23, 2011 at the age of 64. The creator, of course, of TVC favourites such as CITIZEN SMITH, JUST GOOD FRIENDS, DEAR JOHN and ONLY FOOLS AND HORSES, his OFAH prequel, ROCK & CHIPS airs on BBC1 on Thursday.

Thanks, John, for all the laughs, plus the gold chains, whassa-names, and at a push, some Trevor Francis tracksuits.

John Sullivan, 1946-2011, RIP

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Elisabeth Sladen: The Doctor’s best friend

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Elisabeth Sladen, 1 February 1948 – 19 April 2011

TV Cream is saddened and not a little shocked to learn of the death of Elisabeth Sladen – presenter of Stepping Stones, the best-ever Doctor Who companion and, in person, seemingly ageless. But it was not to be.

We were lucky to meet and interview Elisabeth a couple of times over the years. Here are some favourite bits from our chats…

On her brief time in Coronation Street

“I went for an interview – ‘What? Barmaid? Me? Oh no!’ I couldn’t believe I got it. Six episodes. It was at a time when the cast were treated like royalty. I mean, you could not believe the silver service. They would bring, at 3pm, afternoon tea to them on trolleys. I was actually told not to sit in Uncle Albert’s chair. Christ! I’d been working in rep. Ha ha! Oh yes. And they were all on contracts forever. Pat Phoenix was the Queen Bee and she had just married… oh God, what was his name? And she was so proprietorial, she’d swan in in her mink coat.”

On how Doctor Who affected her career

“Who knows? Who knows? I know a lot of things I got offered afterwards were very different to what I got offered before, in the way of, scripts for a little girl all the time. But having said that, I did feel I still did stuff that I thought was stretching for me. I really am honestly, genuinely so pleased to be involved with such an iconic programme. Do you know? It’s no hassle. It’s really…  I’m very pleased to be part of it. Oh, I would defend the programme to anyone.”

On the day she realised Doctor Who would never leave her

“After I’d been to America, because I wouldn’t do conventions here because someone else was playing the assistant – and I did totally walk away. But they were playing the videos in America – they had recorders before we did – so, you would be … they would show scene-by-scene and you would be quizzed. All of sudden, the videos were out here. It was around that time, and then Jon and I, at the beginning of the 1990s, did the radios together and he said, ‘You idiot Lizzy, you’ve got to get out and promote these!’. And that’s when I just started to think, ‘Well, yes. It’s not going to make any difference now I don’t think’. So that was the kind of turnaround.”

On Stepping Stones

“Oh my lord! With Keith Baron. It was great fun, I loved doing it. I went up to Yorkshire to do that. We had to wear our own clothes, they had no budget. So I got a bed jacket, a second-hand Oxfam thing, and I thought, ‘They’ll have to buy me stuff now, it looks so awful’. They made me wear it [laughs]. I had to wear it!”

On returning to Doctor Who and working with David Tennant

“Well, I spied him at the read through and he spied me. And we circled a bit, and I thought, ‘Well, how ridiculous’. So I said hello, and I got the biggest hug of my life. The first day on the set, you think, ‘God!’ We were shooting one of the crucial scenes, and we’d just done some running together and I don’t know if it’s in the programme, but it’s a long shot of David and I, and, you know, the corridors were much longer than we had [on the old show] and we just seemed to run forever. And there was a round of applause, it was almost iconic. ‘It’ll be on the previews’, and it wasn’t! It wasn’t at all! And I have a feeling they might have cut me up to my waist looking puffed, but there should be a wonderful two-shot of David and I running forever, and I hope it’s still in. And I just thought, when we came to do the scene, ‘Oh, that’s what the Doctor looks like now, he’s regenerated’. You just take that leap.”

On the essence of The Sarah Jane Adventures and Doctor Who

“I never think of this as science fiction and I never thought of Doctor Who as science fiction. It was all about relationships. How you care for someone else and if you do care that much you don’t mind how stupid it makes you look – you go for it.”

On Sarah Jane’s latter day brittleness

“Oh no, that’s lovely! I love that. Because there’s an element where she still doesn’t want to get that close, and when she does, she kind of doesn’t handle it all so well. I mean she’s just learning to loosen up, which I quite like. As you get older you learn to.”

On using Doctor Who’s past in modern stories

“If you’ve got a past life, use it! Don’t ignore it. Because everything is ammunition. I claw back! I relish that I’ve got a past. The kids [her co-stars on The Sarah Jane Adventures] will come and say, ‘What’s that line about?’ And I’ll say, ‘Well, that’s when she was blah blah blah’. ‘Ah, I see!’ How fortunate are we? How many programmes can do that? It’s set in a reality. It isn’t just a moment like, ‘Oh, we’ll pluck that out of our derrière!’ Please, don’t muck about with it!

On being ‘Doctor-ed out’

“I’m a bit Doctor-ed out at the moment. I am a tad. But when I go in tomorrow to do ADR, I’ll just love it. Cos I won’t have seen the episode [of The Sarah Jane Adventures]. I don’t know which episodes I’m doing tomorrow. Oh, I might be doing the last bit, actually – nine, 10, 11 and 12. Oh, I’m dying to see… Yes! Eleven and 12, ‘Goodbye Sarah Jane’.”

Elisabeth Sladen, 1948-2011, RIP

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The Top 12 most inappropriate Bond film sweary moments

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Surely nothing unpleasant could come out of THIS woman's mouth - could it?Watching Live and Let Die the other day, we were somewhat taken aback to hear the phrase “holy shit!” tumble from the mouth of one of the supporting characters.

And not just any supporting character: an old woman with oversized goggles, no less.

No doubt the censors deemed her advanced age and agreeable facial furniture persuasive enough to render such wild (by early-70s Bond standards) profanity sweetly comical rather than grossly offensive.

But these circumstances don’t, as far as we’re concerned, make it any less inappropriate.

For like public houses, actual sex and Daniel Craig, swearing doesn’t have a place in James Bond films. And that includes the occasional (and even more jarring) cuss word to slip from the mouth of 007.

Innuendos however – double, single or otherwise – do very much have a place in the canon and their absence (we’re looking at you, Craig) certainly make for a stiff disappointment.

As such, not being the types to pass up an opportunity to rummage through a body of work to see if anything big comes up, we’ve sifted the scripts of every Bond film to date in order to isolate, filter and decontaminate a dozen of the franchise’s most ill-advised expletives.

If you find occasional obscenity as disagreeable as listening to The Beatles without ear muffs, please DO read on.

12) “Let me out of this BLOODY machine!”

He's wearing a helmet - what a wuss(Thunderball, 1965)
This ribald squeal of complaint comes from one Count Lippe, who Bond has just contrived to trap inside a sitting steam bath. Yes, we’re only four films into the series and already we’re dealing with cartoonish deaths and comical swearing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lippe cries. “Now don’t you worry,” replies our hero, “I’ll tell the chef!”

11) “Yes you BLOODY well would!”

Bond attempts to stomach the contours of a particularly intimate problem(The Man with the Golden Gun, 1974)
Another ill-advised “bloody”, but even more out-of-place by virtue of coming from, to paraphrase Roger, A WOMAN.

Bond’s dalliances with the fairer sex are irking his female colleague, ditzy Mary Goodnight, played by Britt Ekland playing herself. When 007 tries to explain away his assignation as “official business”, Britt snaps: “I saw the ‘official business’.” “Goodnight, would I do that to you?” sighs The Man With The Golden Pun. “Yes, you bloody well would!” comes the unnecessarily tart response.

10) “You’re BLOODY late!”

*Yawn*(The Living Daylights, 1987)
Just as disagreeable in a Bond film as a woman swearing is when a posh person follows suit.

Here, 007 is being given a dressing down by Saunders, head of Section ‘V’, Vienna. We know this, because his first line is: “Saunders. Head of Section ‘V’, Vienna. You’re BLOODY late. This is a mission, not a fancy dress ball.”

“We have time,” Timothy Dalton replies, boringly.

9) “BITCH!”

"One of us smells like a tart's handkerchief"(Diamonds are Forever, 1971)
There is no earthly reason why, having refrained from profanity throughout his entire tenure as Bond, Sean Connery decides to call Jill St John a “bitch” while inserting a cassette tape down the back of her pants. Which is probably precisely why he does it. Plus it gives him the chance to continue with the superb line: “Your problems are all behind you now!”

Thankfully Connery returns to more plausible insults a few moments later, when he brands St John a “stupid little twit!”

8)  “There’s a useful four-letter word, and you’re full of it.”

Bond talks shit(The Man with the Golden Gun, 1974)
Were Roger Moore to actually call Scaramanga a shit, some sort of micro-atomic implosion, akin to that generated within the Large Hadron Collider, would probably occur bringing an end to life as we know it.

Instead he just alludes to the word, thereby revealing a passing interest in vulgarity that is really somewhat beneath him. This didn’t stop Timothy Dalton boringly reviving the very same line 13 years later in The Living Daylights, telling a bored Russian general: “We have an old saying too, Georgi. And you’re full of it.”

7) “PISS off!”

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz(Licence to Kill, 1989)
One of the things deployed by the Bond producers to leaven the boringness of Dalton on his second mission was to make him the Sweary Bond. Sadly this just made him even less convincing, as there’s only one thing worse than someone being boring, and that’s someone being obscenely boring.

Hence when 007 is captured by some Hong Kong narcotics agents who query his ownership of a gun that is clearly the property of Her Majesty’s Government, Dalton yawns at them to “piss off”.

Elsewhere in this profanity-percolated flop we are treated to Dalton, while dangling over a crushing machine, tediously instructing a woman to “switch the BLOODY machine off”; and morosely ordering those self-same narcotics agents to release him from their chains and “get me out of these BLOODY things!” More from this Sweary Bond later.

6) “There’s that SONOFABITCH! I got him!”

Last seen being discomfited in Superman II(Live and Let Die, 1973)
Utterly unlikable comedy redneck Sheriff JW Pepper spends this film spewing dozens of debatable profanities (“my ass” “your ass” “his ass” etc.) and an extremely suggestive cuss (“What the fuuuuuuu…?”) but there’s one that grates above all else.

The word “bitch” simply doesn’t belong in a Bond film. Heavens, Sean Connery tried it two years earlier and even he didn’t pull it off. The swearing, that is.

5) “Would you please kill those BASTARDS!”

Rupert Murdoch, yesterday(Tomorrow Never Dies, 1997)
We’re now heading into the stronger stuff. This instruction, delivered by chief baddie Elliot “Not Rupert Murdoch” Carver to his henchman Mr Stamper, is drained of all menace by the insertion of a completely out-of-keeping expletive.

Whatever happened to the likes of a diabolical mastermind telling his accomplice merely to take care of Bond and “see that some harm comes to him”?

4) “Watch the birdy, you BASTARD!”

Piss off, Dalton(Licence to Kill, 1989)
Oh dear, it’s Sweary Bond again, this time spluttering nauseum in the direction of number one bad guy Mr Sanchez as he levels a gun at the man’s office window.

We think this is the most profane (and boring, lest we forget) 007 has ever been on screen.

Though it’s safe to say he’s far more liberal with his tongue in the original books.

3) “Holy SHIT!”

darling, there's some profanity ahead, but we've just got to make a run for it!"(Live and Let Die, 1973)
Here it is: the phrase that alerted us to the sheer incongruity of obscenity in a Bond film, slipping as it does from the gums of comedy pensioner Mrs Bell as the light aircraft in which she is sitting, with Roger Moore at the controls, heads towards an ever-narrowing pair of hangar doors.

It’s only slightly more abrasive than the bit where a Generic Black Man declares: “What does he think this is? I’ll blow his friggin’ head off!”

2) “I don’t give a SHIT about the set-up!”

He doesn't give a SHIT about the set-up(Licence to Kill, 1989)
Bond isn’t the only one to deploy a battery of profanity in this almost-the-worst-ever 007 film. His rival, the aforementioned “bastard”, is also responsible for a cluster of cusses, including this ill-inserted unconvincing tirade.

Along the way he’s joined in the sweary corner by those Hong Kong narcotics agents, who joyously declare Bond to be a “BASTARD!” and which prompts a small cheer from the viewer, one that would be more full-throated were they to brand him a “boring BASTARD!”

1) “I don’t give a SHIT about the CIA!”

Wash your mouth out, lady(Quantum of Solace, 2008)
The most inappropriate swearing in a Bond film comes not from a villain, or from Bond himself, but from none other than Old Mrs Clutterbritches, the one and only M.

In easily the worst moment in any Bond film ever, in Quantum of Solace Judi Dench is heard to snap “I don’t give a SHIT about the CIA!” To make matters worse, elsewhere she unleashes both a “bloody” and a “bastard”. It’s horrible and out-of-place and just wrong.

What were the producers thinking? Chances are they weren’t. Judi Dench swearing is as unacceptable as Geoffrey Palmer drinking from a beer can. And that’s a fucking fact!

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TV Cream’s Blog-along

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There’s little we like more than sending people away from TV Cream and towards someone else’s internet treehouse.

So it’s entirely without hesitation that we recommend a brand new blog by contributor and full-time friend of TVC, Simon Tyers, which is reviewing each of BBC4′s weekly Top of the Pops 1976 repeats.

Curious to know what prompted Paul Nicholas to bemoan how you can “reggae Beethoven”?

Wondering whether that was really a book about the Third Reich on one of the carousels during Pan’s People’s thrust-ful tribute to Paperback Writer?

And intrigued to learn more of the finer details of Noel Edmonds’ interview technique apropos Eric Carmen?

If you answered yes consecutively, head on over to a blog that looks set to continue for the next 30 years. Why not say you were there from year one?

If you answered yes non-consecutively, it’s still worth a look.

If you answered yes noncommittally, perhaps it’s time you tried to live life with a bit more decisiveness.

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We like to listen to Adam and Joe…

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We’re super-excited about the return of ‘mega-dudes’ Adam and Joe to BBC 6 Music this Saturday (Cornballs, you’re never allowed to go off and make a film again!). To celebrate, we’ve broken out the ol’ TVC nine-pack of YouTubery featuring some of A&J’s best bits.


“Stephen!”

“Joe, Joe, J-Joe”

“I like to listen to Adam and Joe…”
“He’s got jug-ears and tiny trunks” “Boo-bliddy blah blah!”
“I know they do big bags of solace…”

“A couple of tunes by a couple of prongs”

“Look at the jars! Look at the jars!”

“It’s a moolah-tree university.”
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TV Cream and the twin dilemma

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You may have seen the story a week or so ago concerning the man who is suing the BBC over who first came up with the idea of Davros, chief of the Daleks in children’s programme Dr Who.

In short, he (he being Steven Clark, aged 51) is alleging the BBC copied the concept and design of Davros from a drawing he entered into a competition run by TV Action magazine three years before the dodgem car-dwelling dictator made its first appearance on screens.

The man’s proof? A copy of the aforementioned sketch he says he has only just rediscovered but which, given it predates Davros’ debut, can only mean he is right and the Beeb is very much in the wrong.

Well, we were quite struck by this revelation here at TVC Towers. So struck, in fact, that we began to wonder what else the BBC may have plagiarised during its televising of the good Doctor’s intergalactic adventures.

Imagine our amazement when, after just five seconds of wondering, we discovered a number of shocking similarities between some of the most recognisable motifs of the show and some of the most recognisable motifs of, well, life in general.

Take Dr Who’s spaceship Tardis. We think it bears more than a passing resemblance to a certain kind of telephone box (below left) prevalent in Britain a whole FIVE YEARS before Dr Who as an early evening entertainment TV series was born:

Tattier on the outside "Rather splendid!"

Not convinced? How about this pair of images. The Dalek is the one on the right:

It's allergic to metal floors or something A condiment, yesterday

Still not sure? Well here’s the clincher. The image below right is taken from the Dr Who adventure The Web of Fear, broadcast in 1968.

But the image below left is taken from a tunnel on the London Underground, the first section of which opened for the public ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE YEARS EARLIER!

It took a while before people realised trains were supposed to run through them  Johnson resorts to desperate measures to see off another tube drivers' strike

Good grief, is there anything in Dr Who not lifted from an aspect of popular culture and society dating back a century and a half?

Heavens, even Colin Baker’s “totally tasteless” frock coat was almost identical to a fancy dress outfit TV Cream wore in a primary school pageant in 1979!

But wait. It gets worse. For it seems that the very bricks and mortar of Auntie Beeb herself do not escape a change of copyright theft, as witnessed by this piece of paper drawn by none other than TV Cream’s great uncle during the winter of 1947!

Other credibility-establishing epherema not pictured Did we say that we think this is the greatest building in the world?

Rest assured we have already been in contact with our lawyers, whose whoops of laughter on hearing our case show just how much they are looking forward to pursuing this action unto the highest court in the land.

Yes, it’s time to put Dr Who on trial – for its life!

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PICTURE BOX no 6: Corbett, your life!

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Don't go mouse-overing here for a sneaky hint

From 1979, a big TV Cream no-prize for whoever is first in the comments to identify which TV show Harry H Corbett was appearing on, as pictured here, in 1979. CLUE: It was screened again one afternoon on BBC1 in 2002.

FURTHER CLUE: It’s not GIVE US A CLUE. He did that in 1982.

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Census’ working overtime

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Facts!

TV Cream hasn’t always been the most reliable when it comes to wielding them, but celebrating and encouraging them is another matter.

And this month we’re raising our empirically-hewn banners particularly high, for there is a light blue satchel-esque hue to the horizon.

Yes, the decennial (and there is such a word) national census is almost upon us.

Now let’s get one thing clear. Anyone who objects to the census because they think it’s “snooping” or “the nanny state” or is planning to write “Jedi” as the answer to the religion question can just fuck off.

How happy you must be in your world where you can’t go to a hospital, walk on a pavement, drive down a road, turn on a tap and find water coming out of it, or just sodding well live a dignified, fulfilling life. Wazzocks!

Right, now that’s out of the way, let’s see how this grand countywide exercise in form-filling has been praised and promoted in the past.

1951: High time we had some up-to-date facts about ourselves

“How many men are there?” In 1951 it’d been 20 years since the last census, or “stock-take” as this homely information film puts it. A ripe occasion, as such, for the “head of the household” to put his pen (and it would have been *his* pen) to paper.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41y7DsIJ18Q

But How, the nation asked, Will The Census Work? Cue another smashing short film mixing a dash of menace (“wherever they live, the census will find them!”) with a dose of do-it-yourself elbow grease, topped off with lots of shots of people moving bits of paper around giant desks and a plug for all those “girls” making the census cards.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7TnjnR2w3w

1971: From time to time through history, the greatest need has been… for facts!

Fast forward 20 years, and “facts” are still being cherished as a source of national pride, not (once we all became a load of cynical bastards) pity. Step forward an “army of men and women with light blue satchels”, willing to travel anywhere, including push a bike over a mountain stream, to get the job done. And look, even Her Maj is getting involved, for this is The Big Form With The Big Job To Do, and there can be “no exceptions!” Could this be the “big society” in action?*

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m71y5aaz5GI

2001: Complete the form, and complete the picture

Much blander fare here, as a montage of Day Today-esque “everything’s all right” shots reminds the nation that it has made it safely into the 21st century, where even girls play football, but that we still need to fill in a piece of paper. A nicely-spoke woman steps up to the microphone to coax (not command) us to “help plan all our futures”, and there’s a recurring motif involving someone sticking their hand into the air.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuDtqNyrFCc

2011: Help tomorrow take shape

“Every penny counts”. Don’t we just know it, Mr Osborne. This year’s effort is a nicely-judged, matter-of-fact appeal, with people coming together to build a giant paper hospital. Look, now you can even fill in the census online!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lidR3jRpeU

We’ve also been given this rather charming potted history of every census since the war:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVVf7c5rwO4

And Scotland has even got its own film, starring one of descendants of that army of men and women with light blue satchels.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubeJFQuh5hE

*No, no it couldn’t.

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The Collins Cream-ish Dictionary

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“Alright! Phil ‘ere.

“Shush a minute. Where was I? Oh yeah, the fact I’ve announced me retirementagain.

“Seems it’s not enough for certain people to take my work at, hey hey, face value. Seems like certain people have to always put everything in lists and such like.

“Whatever. I know what I like… oh hang on, that was the bloke who I replaced. Sorry.

“But seriously, even if yer only like some of me stuff, that’s fine with me. I’m half-deaf and can’t play the flipping drums anymore, so who gives a toss.

“Anyway, in honour of me hanging’ up me drumsticks and tonsils for good (at least until the next retirement tour or unexpected tax bill), the boys here at TV Cream have come up with a list of me best ever songs. Well, a list of me least worst songs. Enjoy!

(“…Oh, and who’d have thought I write the same way I speak?”)

THE COLLINS CREAM-ISH DICTIONARY

Behind The Lines (Face Value, 1981)
About the only solo thing Phil ever did where the drums didn’t sound like they’d been recorded through a dozen whoopee cushions. And boy, what a difference. The parping of the Earth Wind & Fire horns is superb, someone fannies about joyfully on the bass, and Phil even sounds like he’s thinking about what he’s singing instead of mouthing some words while mentally planning where to have dinner. Irony of ironies, it’s a cover. Of a Genesis song.

I Cannot Believe It’s True (Hello, I Must Be Going!, 1982)
Oh dear, Phil’s having love pains again. But this time he’s having them to a funky rhythm and a tune that only involves five notes. Result = a breezily singalongable slice of plastic soul.

Like China (Hello, I Must Be Going!, 1982)
Did we mention that Phil is a practising thespian? Step forward the cocker-nee charmer of this kitchen sink number, who thinks his girl is “just like a picture book”, and yet can’t work out why her mum and dad don’t like him, despite him straightening his tie and combing his hair. Plus her brother thinks Phil is a “limp-wristed wimp”. All of which adds up to the titular simile about a Far Eastern Communist state. Possibly.

Mad Man Moon (A Trick of the Tail, 1976)
Far and away the best Genesis album Phil leant his pipes to was the first one after Pete had buggered off. This eerie opus, replete with invocation to “roll on a muddy pitch in Newcastle”, just edges it over the LP’s other highlight, the guitar-washed strumathon Entangled.

Something Happened On The Way To Heaven (…But Seriously, 1989)
Classy pop, of the kind spun regularly and enthusiastically by Nicholas Andrew Argyll Campbell. That “dum dum” bit at the end of each instrumental break is still one of PC’s finest musical moments.

Take Me Home (No Jacket Required, 1985)
Phil has problems with some local pyromaniacs, but their efforts keep him warm, so he really doesn’t mind. One of those tracks that builds and builds before tipping over into a bludgeongly infectious chorus. Is that Peter Gabriel on backing vocals? Yes, yes it is. Now what’s this song about, Phil? “I don’t remember”.

Turn It On Again (Duke, 1980)
Try tapping your foot to this, pop-pickers. The time signature is 13/4. Yet it somehow works, even though it’s shameless arena-tickling bombast. “All I need is a TV show – that, and the radio.” That’s TV Cream’s raison d’etre, right there.

Who Said I Would (No Jacket Required, 1985)
The acme of the world-jetting drum machine-wielding Phil of the mid-80s, more so even than Sussudio. It’s all layered on thickly here; there’s even a vocoder. Only to be taken in small doses.

You Know What I Mean (Face Value, 1981)
If you must have one Phil Collins Soppy Ballad, make it this one: a pretty decent attempt at nailing that soon-to-be-trademark mix of winsome sentiments with wispish piano. It’s not very long, it’s not very loud. And give the man a break, his wife had just run off with a paint pot.

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Nicholas Courtney: A real trooper

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Splendid chap! He's pretty sure that's Cromer And, of course, five rounds rapid...

We were very sad to hear about the death of Nicholas Courtney. Our condolences go out to his family. More details here.

TV Cream was fortunate enough to chat to the actor in 2008, when he was returning to the role of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart for The Sarah Jane Adventures. “You’re a Doctor Who fan of old?” declared the Brig. “Well, that’s alright. Good!”

Explaining the amount of time it had taken for his character to return to the DW fold, he continued: “After Sylvester’s last one, Doctor Who was off the screen for a long time. But then when they started the new series they had to wait a long time while they worked out how to reintroduce him. I’m glad they reintroduced him in Sarah Jane, because it’s a good script and I enjoyed it. It was good seeing Lis again – so I think it was quite a good idea.”

As far as Nicholas was concerned, during the interim the Brig had been in Peru “on some damn fool mission!”

“It wasn’t odd being with Lis again. Having been on camera with her before, it just came quite naturally, like the character of the Brig keeps coming back. But I’ve done a lot of audios as well, so he’s been around, but not on the screen.

“The Brig aged with me, and put on some weight too. Perhaps a bit too much! He’s not quite the lithesome Brigadier of old. When I first played him, why I had a moustache was because Douglas Camfield thought I looked too old. I started my own facial hair from The Five Doctors. Before then I didn’t think it grew military enough.”

Finally, he had some more fundamental thoughts about the character. “He was a bit nervous about women, the Brig. So that’s why he called them ‘Miss’. He was happier with a sergeant, probably. Having a pint.”

Nicholas Courtney, 1929-2011, RIP

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Photo clippage special: decimalisation

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It’s the new money, you know!

Doris Hare knows best

Doris Hare smiles maternally at a coin-fisted Christopher Ellis during a photo shoot to promote Granny Knows Best, the somewhat over-egged 25-minute PIFfer that did the rounds for a full 12 months before D-day. "Any problems which I may have, which I haven't, are my problems! You and your decimals: you've all been brainwashed!"

"And how many times should I apply this?"

The splendidly-titled Lord Fiske, head of the splendidly-titled Decimal Currency Board, drops into a branch of Woolworths on The Strand on Decimalisation Day (15 February 1971) to make sure all his lovely new stencilled price tags are properly in place. We're not quite sure what he's so pleased to be purchasing from Mrs Chequered-Blouse; a discreet toiletry perhaps?

"And when I point here, I gain an enormous sense of self-importance!"

Here's where David Cameron's been going wrong with his 'big society': he needs a big map with bits of wool on it. Pictured is the headquarters of Operation Check-Point (sic), which was set up to supervise the movement of cheques for pre-decimal clearance. Operation controller Mr Ian Donald wields the small pointed stick; Lord Fiske, together with Mr Bernard Sharp (chairman of the Banks Decimalisation Committee), look on.

Meet ver kids

Ver kids get to grips with the new money. Boys were allowed only to gaze upon the coins to begin with.

30p ENCLOSURE

In glorious technicolour, the main entrance to Charlton Athletic FC, replete with a cast of early 70s everydayers: an authority figure in a cap; an old man in suit and tie; two bored-looking women; an anoraked chancer in spats; and Raffles, Gentleman Thief.

Barton thinks

Miss Sue Barton, the official Decimal Currency Officer of the Doncaster branch of the National Westminster Bank, pictured on 14 February 1971 practising holding a small piece of card.

Lionel Blair helps a customer adjust his small change

A "Decimal Bureau", newly-installed inside Lewis's of Oxford Street in London, intended to help shoppers (women in headscarves) and others (suited businessmen) not get too florid over their florins.

Don't fancy yours much

Lord Fiske steps out with a pair of "Decimal Pennies": two of the 75 (count 'em) girls (not women) trained to assist customers in London shops (in this instance, Harrods) who might have difficulty with the new money. Take a bow, Sally Annadale (20) and Vivienne Dench (22 - cheer up, love!)

Board, stupid!

More from the Right Honourable Lord Fiske of Decimalia, here attending to a matter of such importance that it can only be addressed at the most senior levels: incorrect signage above a display of Maxi nightdresses. Bust? Let's hope not, you've only just introduced the new currency!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCiEzQ4EGk4

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Photo clippage #56

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The lady's not for gurning

Move over Meryl, it’s Maureen!

Yes, here’s our very own Lipman with *lippy man* (do you see?) Ken Livingstone in one of the GLC’s many many publicity shots to promote some anniversary, concert, initiative or other.

We’ve multiple gimmicks to enjoy here, as not only is Ken about to be “beheaded” by “Maggie”, but towering behind them is an enormous birthday cake seemingly as big as County Hall itself. If you look closely, you’ll see it’s not even a birthday of any consequence, just 95 years of local government in London. Yet frankly who cares, when you’ve got *four* 1980s icons jostling for attention.

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“I impress young women with the theme to Button Moon”

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That would bowl a maiden over!

It’s a Sunday night, so time for another excerpt from the big buff-coloured folder entitled ‘TV Cream Failed Pet Projects’.

This one hails from 2007, when we were getting excited about 10 years of TV Cream, and formulating plans for a special ‘Decannual’ (we just made that up!) to celebrate a glorious decade of easy, uncritical nostalgia. In the event, we got too distracted with just chanting “10 more years!” a lot, and never progressed beyond what you’re about to see here (oh, and a half-finished page detailing Colin Baker’s cameo on TOP GEAR).

So, here it is, an interview we did with Dr Who Peter DaviDson circa 2006 (we think), written up – cos we thought it was grabbier – as a first-person piece. Apologies for the main serif font, by the way. Dunno what we were thinking.

You know the drill, click on the images below to see each spread in their full glory. Or, if you can’t read it in our fancy pop-up, right-click on the text links.

Pages 1 to 2Take Five - pages 1 to 2

Pages 3 to 4

Take Five - pages 3 to 4

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Photo clippage special: Lionel Blair

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A few months back Lionel Blair clocked up 60 – count ‘em, Cliff – years in showbusiness.

He’s still going strong, albeit most often as the target of jokes on I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue (cue deafening audience response), and through the years has never been backwards in coming forwards (cue deafening audience response) when it comes to photo calls.

So by way of a belated tribute, here’s a picaresque, if not especially picturesque, saunter through Maestro Blair’s back pages.

1) It’s April 1990, and here’s one Lionel a-leaping to publicise a forthcoming attempt at the world’s largest tap dance, scheduled for 6 May outside Allders department store in Croydon. Whether the mass hoof was a success, whether it involved the Coldstream Guards and/or the Roly Polys, indeed whether it took place at all, doesn’t really seem to matter now:

Lionel pulls it off for a group of soldiers

2) Back to July 1979, and here’s Lionel breaking open the bubbly to celebrate Sir Clifford’s 21st anniversary in “the business”. Five Simon Mayo mystery year points if you can name the complete set:

Lionel manages to beat off Cliff, much to Ken's delight

3) Now we’re in July 1996, and the twilight years of John Major’s government. But there’s clearly one *Blair* John’s only to happy to see in his back garden:

Lionel waits to be whipped through the government lobbies

4) June 1969 in Leeds city centre, and Brucie is greeting his people. These were the days when it was enough for a celebrity to go on a mere motoring excursion for an entire municipal borough to grind to a halt. Or maybe they just wanted to see Cilla. Step inside, love!

Lionel shows Brucie he's in charge

5) We’re now in June 1998, and Lionel is consorting with lords (steady!) in order to promote Help the Aged, specifically a grand public line dance on piers across the country. Personally we’d rather see a line dance on peers, Melvyn Bragg and Dickie Attenborough excepted:

Lionel eagerly bends over for some lords (yes, these things write themselves)

6) June 1995, and the society wedding of the year! No, not Lionel and Sue, but Les Dennis (40) and Amanda Holden (24). In his role as usher, Lionel’s chief task was preventing Sue from launching into a lusty chorus of We’re Starting Together:

Lionel does something that can be made to sound rude

7) Last but not least, here’s an undated snap of Lionel trying to out-Charleston the World Charleston Champion of 1928. Lord Grade appears to be attempting to pull a ‘duh’ face, so beloved of primary school playgrounds c. 1982, while Lionel merely grins while taking it from behind:

Lionel...er, Lord...a lord...oh, please yourselves

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We’re cock-a-hoop!

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Larry and Isla

Another of our very occasional excerpts from the big buff-coloured folder entitled ‘TV Cream Failed Pet Projects’.

Here, from the never-to-be realised TV Cream magazine, we present Larry Grayson: the comic-strip, drawn – superbly, we might add – by Simon Perrins. Simply scroll down for top fun, pals, and find out why the new GENERATION GAME producer is making Lal come over a little queer…

Seems Like a Nice Boy

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