Another update from the TV Cream Relocation whiteboard: the A-Z section is now complete.
Every programme review from the old TV Cream website is now here.
All 1,839 of them.
Each slice of verbose, part-amusing phrasery from “Hand jiver extraordinaire” to “mind-altering hallucinogenic experience the rest of us have just undergone. Indeed” (inclusive) has been transported to here from just over there.
Now you might have thought this huge task would have been democratically shared out among ourselves here in TVC Towers. Well, you thought wrong. A team of over 100 contract staff based in a towering metal superstructure just outside Mumbai happy to work round the clock in unappealing conditions for little pay and even less reward was approached, but they couldn’t be arsed either.
So instead of doing it ourselves, it was done by a self. One person.
One person, who has spent most of the past three months copying and pasting reams of text somebody thought was a bit funny in 1998, which subsequently got pillaged to shreds by the I Love and Top Ten strands at the turn of the decade, which got pillaged again for the TV Cream book in 2004, which got reverse pillaged when the whole A-Z was revised for the site’s 10th birthday in 2007, and which now stands sheepish and a little tattered in the shiny new surroundings of tvcreamtest.co.uk.
Suffice it to say, that one person is now not doing the cliched thing of lying down in a darkened room (chiefly because there aren’t any, because it’s too fucking SUNNY and HOT) but is typing this, and will next be going back through the whole A-Z tidying up, where necessary, those TV Cream Says bits at the bottom of each entry.
Loads more photos are also waiting to be added. As and when that happens, you’ll see the entries pop up in the sidebar on the right, the one that is unsurprisingly called New A-Z Related Goodness, plus that scroll bar at the very top of the front page.
In the meantime, rest assured that the foundation of the original TVC site is now fully laid, bevelled and buttressed, salted with the sweat and tears of a man who never again wants to see the name Glen A Larson.