Falling Stars
By Ewan
Sun, 30 Aug 2009
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So Vic and Bob return, missing only cap and bells,
to puncture modern royalty's self-importance.
Theirs is not the only bladder leaking air:
who could fail to be in on the joke?
Will we accept silliness as satire
this time around?
Will Ulrika-ka-ka-catch the whiff of misogynism?
Or will the smell of Reeves and Mortimer
be as rank as the reek of Charlie Drake
on his return from oblivion.
The idiot box's appetite is fickle,
many have found.
You can quote Derrida or deconstruct all you like,
but a frying pan or hammer blow is still
slapstick; a parody or pastiche is not
possible of such things as quiz shows.
Flogging a dead horse has never earned
a single pound.
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Don't watch any T.V. except
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Don't watch any T.V. except for sport and History Channel so won't bother me. I quite liked Charlie Drake, when I was young...but I grew out of it. The price of a TV licence in Ireland is 158 Euro; about 140 sterling (whether you watch it or not, unfortunately). Flogging the dead horse, just about sums it up.
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I used to love early Reeves
Permalink Submitted by sarah wilson on
I used to love early Reeves and Mortimer - man with a stick et al. But this kind of tv never gets better with time - as you have so beautifully written:)
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