Another TV programme I enjoyed over the holiday was the Swap Shop 30 years retrospective (although I, naturally, was a TISWAS viewer). I still think I was lucky to be growing up in the 70s and 80s - I mean, apart from the threats of imminent nuclear annihiliation and Kajagoogoo. One thing that interested me was that although the format is most definitely live and kicking (did you see what I did there?), the Saturday morning programme for children has now been banished to BBC 2. The live programme is still one, but it's a cookery programme (Saturday Kitchen). It's exactly the same audience that it ever was, still in the habit of watching TV on a Saturday morning, only now they want stuff about food and lifestyle. (There's one on Sunday morning too, Something for the Weekend, which is exactly the same as Swap Shop, except for - er - the bit about swapping. I think they should try it out.)
While I'm on the subject of cookery programmes, how I could I have forgotten one chief pleasure/horror of the Christmas schedule - Fanny Cradock's Christmas? Perhaps my subconscious has deliberately repressed the grinding noise made by someone savagely sawing through petits fours, or the technicolour brutality of the food dye and Fanny's eye shadow. Did anyone see the play about her that was on recently, Fear of Fanny? It was rather good, in that weird, pared-back way that BBC3/4 dramas have.
Tangentially, having thought in passing of Kajagoogoo, I'm now reminded that we also spent a lot of the holiday watching Family Guy, which I haven't seen enough of before, and there's a brilliant bit in one episode where Chris is pulled into the video of A-ha's Take on Me. (See, there was a link.) Inspired.
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