AS someone who earns most of his living after dark, daytime television is often a major contributor to my psyche of amusement and entertainment. In a stroke of, probably financially instigated genius, the BBC has recently decided to present re-runs of some classic comedies of yesteryear and what a treat they are.
Open All Hours, with the wonderful Ronnie Barker, Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em starring the amazing talents of Michael Crawford, Only Fools and Horses with David Jason, plus the antics of the zany cast of Hi De Hi, are just a few of a whole host of sitcoms gracing the box this year.
Of course, ITV have been doing it for some time with programmes like Rising Damp. Another great series of days gone by, containing marvellous dialogue, full of witty innuendoes, completely innocuous non-PC statements, pathos and hysterical situations, these classics of comedy are a pure joy to watch.
And do you know the most gratifying aspect of them all? Not a swear word or statement of filth in sight. To me acceptable comedy on TV died at the end of the 80’s. Since then it has sunk into a desperate morass of sleaze and slimy stagnation, its success being measured by just how low its writers and performers can take it.
And do you know why? These days there are no proper comedy writers around. The morons who churn out the modern day rubbish, whose success is generally judged by how often you can say the word **** in any given minute, should hang their heads in humiliated shame.
Talk about taking money under false pretences. They should all be weeded out and sent back to the gutter where they unquestionably belong. Alternative comedy? I’m sorry, in my book, today’s alternative comedies are the unforgettable, utterly unmissable ghosts of comedy past. Long may they shine as examples of the presentations that should really be making us forget our worries and delivering us a real good laugh.
Come back the likes of Galton and Simpson, Roy Clark and Ray Allen, all is forgiven!
Keep the Faith