Posts Tagged With '1977'

Think of a Number etc.

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THE MAN as far as TV science is concerned, JOHNNY BALL masterminded the THINK series as a cross between Carl Sagan and Max Miller, hosting a solid decade’s worth of one-man maths and science programmes with a precisely judged mix of clear, concise explanation and affably boobish ‘mad uncle’ tomfoolery. First lady of Children’s BBC CYNTHIA FELGATE oversaw original series THINK OF A NUMBER (1977-84), which took the form of a ‘light-hearted lecture’ on a general theme (the body, light, gravity, computers etc.) in front of an audience of keen but unrowdy T-shirted kids.

A lectern stood front and centre, but this was a mere serving suggestion, a reference point from which Ball would break loose and caper about, opening one of several cupboards concealed behind an eye-popping orange and brown mural (as was the style at the time), either to drag out an illustrative prop, or to open the door onto a sward of bright blue felt, onto which would be superimposed a pre-recorded skit. For instance, Ball would announce: “and in the fifteenth century, there was one man who understood all about astronomy. His name… was Galileo” and fling open a set of cupboard doors, inside which he would be seen, dressed as same in the appropriate set, launching into a wisecracking routine complete with cod-Italian accent (“A-where’s-a me tay-lescope?”) and hyperactive mannerisms. The overall impression may have been of history’s great scientific and mathematical geniuses being a bunch of hyperactive national stereotypes, but their achievements were explained effectively nonetheless. Point put across and signed off with a pun, ‘real’ Johnny would cheekily close the doors on his historical alter ego. “What a handsome chap!”

Other staple elements included a moment of ‘quiet wonderment’ where the lights would go down, some Jean Michel Jarre-esque music would fade in, and an elaborate model of a satellite or quartz crystal would be lowered from the ceiling, over which Johnny would drop the music hall stylings and simply wax lyrical, with breathlessly earnest enthusiasm. And, of course, there was the obligatory mind-reading magic trick (“It’s a trick! If you’d like to know how it’s done, write to me, Johnny Ball, Think of a Number, and I’ll tell you!”), usually involving a front row audience member as willing stooge. (“Round of applause! Not for me, for them!”) It’s instructive to note that Johnny was, perhaps uniquely in the annals of children’s television presenting, capable of remaining both authoritative and immensely likable despite constantly laughing at his own incredibly weak gags.

Spin-offs appeared thick and fast. From 1981, …Number alternated with THINK AGAIN, which was pretty much the same format but with the studio audience dispensed with, more in the way of filmed reports and full-blown EUREKA!-style historical sketches, and a more sober hi-tech bachelor pad set (complete with Commodore PET displaying the show’s logo on a shelf) for Johnny to be zanily enthusiastic in, which many impressionable kids assumed was his actual house, despite him clearly leaving via the front door at the end of each half-hour. Each edition was accompanied by a free Ball-penned duplicated factsheet available via an SAE to Wood Lane. THINK! BACKWARDS (1981) was something of an overlooked gem, a numerically themed daily series in the summer holidays counting down from ten to one over a week. Much play was had with reverse introductions (“Ball Johnny is name my, Backwards Think to again once welcome and hello!”) and the suspense was kept with a ‘teaser’ puzzle at the end of each edition, with the answer cunningly withheld until the start of the next. THINK! THIS WAY (1983) did the same, working its way round the points of the compass.

After the main franchise was wound up, Johnny found a series of further vehicles which retained the old spark, even if …Number veterans felt the glory days were beginning to fade a bit. THINK IT, DO IT (1986-7) was a sober, vocationally-oriented series looking at a different sphere of the world of work each week. The terrible puns were needed more than ever during a whole 25 minutes about becoming a dentist. (Sadly ‘mystic’ was not one of the career options considered.) KNOWHOW (1988) fatally sought to dilute the Ball magic with the addition of superfluous youthful stooges MARK SALTER and ANN DE CAIRES (no, us neither). Ball saw sense and jumped ship to Central Television for JOHNNY BALL REVEALS ALL (1989-94), wherein good old CLIVE DOIG allowed him to run riot among a studio audience once more, though this time in an unremarkable white studio limbo, and with a break-dancing Plasticine globe in the title sequence. Still, it was the same old Johnny underneath. And when that packed in, he maintained the lecture tours of schools, colleges and function rooms for longer than you’d have thought humanly possible. Whatever he may have done in recent years (and we’ll highlight the time he appeared on NEWSNIGHT captioned as “Maths Enthuser” and ignore the rest, if we may) the Think canon remains a mammoth achievement in getting school-weary kids off the sofa and thinking about silicon chips of a Friday afternoon. CONNECTIONS in short trousers, if you will.

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Jesus of Nazareth

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Christ!GOSPEL ACCORDING To Lord Lew. ROBERT POWELL played Him in Sunday-night multi-buck epic, born out of word-in-your-ear “exchange” twixt Pope Paul and Grade over tea in the Vatican. ANTHONY BURGESS and FRANCO ZEFFIRELLI were on scripture duties, while predictably stellar cast reeled in OLIVIA HUSSEY (Mary), ANNE BANCROFT (other Mary), IAN MCSHANE (Judas), MICHAEL YORK (John the Baptist), LAURENCE OLIVIER (Nicodemus – who?), RALPH RICHARDSON (Simeon), JAMES EARL JONES (King #1), DONALD PLEASANCE (King #2), FERNANDO REY (third King), JAMES MASON (Joseph – not that one), PETER USTINOV (baby-eating Herod), CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER (another Herod), ROD STEIGER (Pilate), STACY KEACH (Barrabus), CYRIL CUSACK (Yehuda), IAN BANNEN (Amos), OLIVER TOBIAS (Joel) and legions more. Three-year shoot based in Italy and Tunisia. Cigar-chomper reputedly arrived at million-pound selling price in above-Atlantic aircraft “daydream”.

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Quincy, M.E.

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"I've analysed this week's plot, and discovered it to be - precisely the same as last week's!"“GENTLEMAN, YOU are about to enter the most fascinating sphere of police work.” What, going undercover? Chasing people through busy streets? Manning a space station-sized walkie-talkie control panel? “The world…” Yes? “…of forensic medicine”. More Larsonry, with JACK KLUGMAN as “I’m Quincy, me” going about his cadaverous business with oriental lab assistant Sam boiling up some coffee on a tripod and gauze. Lived on a boat. Kept poking his nose into unsolved cases, before poking his beak into another jar at Danny’s Place. Still a staple of the schedules in 2009. “Mr. Klugman’s wardrobe furnished by Botany 500.”

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Mind Your Language

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An emergency meeting of the United Nations - of laughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“PLEASE, LET us have no racialism!” Cheery bah-bah-bah theme tune capped with animated big-heads-on-little-bodies was truly the only thing worth celebrating about this multi-nation mitherfest. As with LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR, supposed mass bigoted conspiracy dwarfed by the fact it just didn’t contain any decent gags. BARRY EVANS was your hapless evening class instructor, trying to unite one and all in the pursuit of a decent conjugation. Look away now: students included representatives from China (man with slit eyes), France (woman with striped jumper), Germany (man with temper), India (man with wobbly head), Japan (another man with slit eyes), Pakistan (man with sing-song voice), Spain (man with twirly moustache) and Sweden (woman with huge breasts).

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Krypton Factor, The

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A middle management mirthquake Ted from Accounts shows everyone back at the office he can wield more than a damn bulldog clip

SUPERLATIVE GREY CELLS weeknight workout, hosted by the unflappable Uncle GORDON BURNS in a quest to find “the UK’s superperson”. Anyone could enter, so long as you had an IQ of 200-odd and could run a marathon on a wet and windy day in a colour co-ordinated jumpsuit. Contestants were always middle management types – computer analysts, personnel supervisors, recruitment consultants – from middle England, and who were put through rounds in never-changing, uber-strict order:

1) MENTAL AGILITY: “What day is ten days before March 3rd” quizzed Gordon through headphones to aid concentration.

2) RESPONSE: Contestants must land a massive fuck-off expensive piece of aircraft – in a simulator, “thankfully!”

3) OBSERVATION: Everyone sits in chairs and watches a short film, before getting the old SCREEN TEST “what happened then?”, “What did he have in his hand?” stuff. Initially these were archive clips, but later became more full-blown specially-staged comedy skits with the likes of TONY SLATTERY and KATE COPSTICK or STEVE COOGAN doing impressions.

4) PHYSICAL AGILITY: Over “a course that demands respect” on the dampest bit of the Lancashire moors available, the contestants try their luck on an adventure playground-style combination of balance beam, tunnel, tarpaulin, climbing net and the obligatory “death slide” finale into (hopefully) a pool of shitty water.

5) INTELLIGENCE: In which the contestants have but a couple of minutes to assemble a fiendishly-complicated perspex model while Gordon provides viewers with whispered asides (“The key to solving the whole puzzle is to start at the bottom”)

6) GENERAL KNOWLEDGE: Your bog-standard buzzer round, only with each contestant in starkly-lit profile for added tension.

Completing the majestic mix was the way everyone got a “Krypton Factor of…” instead of points, and the imperial theme tune by The Art Of Noise.

A dose of Gordon's grin; it's good for what ails you "I must ask for complete silence from the audience"
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Flumps, The

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"Mum! There's a gypsy on the telly again!"HOMELY BROOD OF northern-accented pompoms with limbs and varying forms of headgear get up to various garden/housebound adventures, usually resolved in pithy song or fable. Father (woolly hat, tache); Mother (headscarf, rolling pin); Grandad (knotted hanky, glasses); Posy (bow); Perkin (again with the hat); and the tiny, adenoidal Pootle (bobble hat), who was deemed “too small” to have roller skates like Posy and Perkin, so Dad made him a trolley to put his things in. Titles involved whole clan peeping over wall and wiggling fingers in a bizarre manner to jolly ooompah trumpet theme. Songs (sung by mother from a big songbook) included “Balloons” and “Wheels Turning Round”. Also on hand: the Flumpet (knackered-looking trumpet/tuba-type thing) and the Flumpcycle (“Looks like the whole family’s on wheels today!”)

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Raffles

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"What, Raffles? But he's a gentleman!"CRAVAT-SPORTING CREEPERY of the yowser roisterer shafer-me-lad kind. Eponymous cad bore additional moniker Gentleman Thief like it was a profession, and, guess what, it was! ANTHONY “HORST” VALENTINE was the ultra-smooth Victorian vicompte with penchant for a suitably HAVERS-esque double life of rollicker (whizzo cricketer, A1 socialite) and rascal (light-fingered jewel thievery). CHRISTOPHER STRAULI was stooge Bunny Manders, while VICTOR CARIN was Befuddled Of The Yard.

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Secret Army

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Chump-y Cher-mans not picturedSTIRRING TREMBLE-LIPPED stoicism from the Second World War, charting the ‘ALLO ‘ALLO-inspiring Belgian resistance capers of BERNARD HEPTON (Albert Foiret) running a restaurant patronized by Nazis while smuggling PoWs out of the country on the side. Unbearably tense, undeniably sentimental but unashamedly ace. JAN FRANCIS was the original resistance ring-leader before getting killed by a falling brick. CHRISTOPHER NEAME was her love interest and British agent who ultimately escaped by driving a bus, Roger Moore-style, very fast towards Switzerland. ANGELA RICHARDS was the angelic-voiced chanteuse and Foiret’s bit on the side, forever irking his bedridden cantankerous missus. CLIFFORD ROSE peered down his nose at all and sundry, failing to ever guess what was going on behind his Beef Wellington, while MICHAEL CULVER almost worked it out before shooting himself and future Demon Headmaster TERRENCE HARDIMAN guessed it but just as the war ended. STEPHEN YARDLEY showed up as a treacherous piano player (always the worst kind), RON PEMBER was the ever-loyal wireless man Alain, and VALENTINE DYALL the superb, non-ruffled Dr Keldermans. Rose resurfaced in KESSLER, wherein his eponymous evil bastard was trying to stay anonymous in some South American banana republic. Opening tracking shot down stills of railway lines, canals, roads and winding tracks set to sombre theme music the epitome of the perfect title sequence.

You might also want to see... ‘Allo ‘Allo!.

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Beatrix Potter Tales

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QUEASY VICTORIAN anthropomorbidity-fest given ill-advised “dance treatment” by the Royal Ballet Company in lifesize animal heads with beady, staring eyes. Terrifying all round, but the one with the fishing frog being eaten by the fish irreperably scarred thousands of small children for life. Terror, thy name is ballet-with-false-heads-on.

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This Year Next Year

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THAT OLD “successful corporate banker from the city (ROLAND HINES) who packs up and moves to the English countryside with his brother (MICHAEL “BOON” ELPHICK)” chestnut. Cue asking directions from country bumpkins, stuck in car behind herd of cows on road, etc. VIRGINIA STRIDE was Hines’ wife, left back in London to shag his business partner.

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Target

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ULTRA-VIOLENT SWEENEY-LITE copperama binned by the Beeb when it proved too much for the public to stomach. Strong on aggro, weak on plot and characterisation, it starred PATRICK MOWER as Detective Superintendent Steve Hackett (a carefully-coiffeured clothes-horse in combat jacket and jeans who looked about as hard as the Milky Bar Kid) and PHILIP “MR SINISTER” MADOC as his boss, Chief Superintendent Tate. Never repeated on terrestrial TV, although this probably has less to do with the blood, snot and teeth quotient than the fact that it was undeniably mindless shite.

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Get it Together!

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WHO ORDERED the embarrassing uncle? Two small teas and a round of post-BASIL BRUSH ignominy for sometime Owenite stooge “MISTER” ROY NORTH, thanks to this dire pop show misfire featuring insipid guests of the sub-Rollers likes of Our Kid and Lieutenant Pigeon doing grinny mimes to unamused children in T-shirts. By way of an encore, Roy himself would step up to the mike to deliver, PETER GLAZE-esque, a strangulated rendition of a hit parade disc in his own, inimitable style.

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Graham’s Gang

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BRIEF BUT BRILLIANT comdram which has stayed etched in a million brains. MARK FRANCIS was your eponymous everykid, posh (naturally) but who kept referring to himself as “a leader of men”. The rest of that titular band: Lux, a big tall dopey one with black-framed glasses; William, second-in-command who wanted to be gang leader causing friction between himself and leader-of-men Graham; and Robert and Keith, who were best buddies and always fighting. Spoilt Violet Elizabeth type girl called Mildred with a huge family who popped up everywhere (referred to as ‘Daddy Blight’, ‘Auntie Blight’ etc. by Graham et al) was always following them and trying to get in the gang. Episodes consisted of effortlessly bonkers but entertaining antics, including one where they all dressed up as Graham for some reason and ran round a shopping centre, one where William dressed up as a girl to take Mildred’s part in the school play when she got chicken-pox, one where there was a go-kart race in the town with Graham as one entry and Mildred and William coached by Mildred’s Dad as another. Plus there was the time when Mildred had a birthday party and members of a rival gang came dressed in Gorilla suits and trashed her house. Towards the end of the series there was even one where they got – gasp! – girlfriends (French exchange students, naturally). Nice one.

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Money-go-Round

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A POST-MAGPIE TONY BASTABLE hitched up with JOAN SHENTON to front this “prices”-obsessed, stagflation-busting daytime personal financathon, which had a habit of returning – like that lunch of egg soldiers you ate half an hour ago – when you least expected or wanted it. Usually just after CROWN COURT.

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Midnight is a Place

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ORPHANED TYKE Lucas Bell (posh, of course) is watched over by bombastic guardian Sir Randolph Oakapple. Man decides to give boy a lesson in class politics by dint of a trip to his mill – the Midnight Mill, naturally – where he forces the sprog to work. There Lucas meets Anne-Marie, a French girl. Pair have to fend for themselves when dopey Oakapple burns himself to death. Spend a while collecting cigarette butts from the street. Meanwhile another kid gets stamped to death by an industrial carpet press. Packaged as children’s entertainment, believe it or not, but little fun to be found.

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Miss Jones and Son

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SHHHHH! THERE’S an unmarried mother on the telly! But it’s All Right, because it’s only dear PAULA WILCOX, and she’s mates with dear CHRISTOPHER BEENY, and it’s a sitcom so no harm will come.

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Middlemen

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SIX SERVINGS of ALAN PLATER. FRANK WINDSOR decides to go into business with FRANCIS MATTHEWS and a variety of ludicrous enterprises ensue, including a line in false toenails. GWEN TAYLOR mithered in the background.

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Mr Smith’s Vegetable Garden

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BLUFF COVE and Professional Yorkshireman GEOFFREY SMITH is your Geoff Boycott of the allotment, having trained his vegetables to grow at lightning speed via time-lapse seasonal montage to the strains of good-old brass band tunes.

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Upchat Line, The

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FREELOADING HACK JOHN ALDERTON makes his way around London society with the inevitable oooh, crikey-type situations arising from sequential attempts to get his leg over. Adopted a different guise to suit each potential paramour, none of whom, unusually, were PAULINE COLLINS. Created by KEITH WATERHOUSE. Regenerated into ROBIN NEDWELL for the sequel, THE UPCHAT CONNECTION.

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Lord Tramp

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ANOTHER SIGHTING of a tinker on the telly (see KIZZY), this time in the “loveable” shape of HUGH LLOYD, who suddenly finds out he’s inherited a billion pounds and becomes the titular aristo. Only he still hankers for his bindle. A kid’s sitcom, apparently.

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