LONG-RUNNING PREDECESSOR of the above, and the one that made Russ a household name. Began life as the brilliantly-named ELEVEN PLUS, a tactful way of reflecting the fact it was shoved out at the arse end of the schedules when everyone had gone to bed. Rebranding helped boost both it and its owner’s profile, and soon everyone from RALPH RICHARDSON to ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER was beating a path to Russ’s tatty be-carpeted boudoir. Our host would devoutly engage every single guest in some bit of cultured – if barmy – bit of business, be it breaking the arms off a chair, prancing around the stage, trading quips about the alphabet or introducing them to his mother. He did, though, seem a bit flustered by The Who (“Can I go home now?”) and there did seem to only ever be about a couple of dozen people in the audience.