Two things occured to me on the way to work this morning.
1. Up popped I Can Do It by The Rubettes. A forgotten lesser hit by the band best-known for Sugar Baby Love. It's full of faux-Fifties harmonies and references to jiving and soda pop. And I got to thinking about how the Seventies were obsessed by the Fifties. I have this conversation with people before about why this should be, and we put it down to that 20-year cycle thing, much like today harks back to the Eighties in music and fashion.
The Seventies gave us Happy Days, American Graffiti, That'll Be The Day. Posters of James Dean and Marilyn Monroe were everywhere. Groups like Showaddywaddy, Mud and Darts carried on the theme with their drape suits and doo-wop manque. Anyone got any other ideas why?
2. I noticed an ad for the crap new channel Watch, which is the old UKGTV 2. Richard and Judy - their biggest draw, apparently - are raking in less than 60,000 viewers a night. I've said it before and I'll say it again - NO ONE LIKES THEM. Well they don't do they? Do you? I've met them, and I wasn't keen on what I saw. She's a bloated lush who can barely be heard above his pompousness, and he's a leathery old windbag who thinks he's witty and insightful, and if there was any justice would be presenting Newsnight. Their sense of self-importance is mind-blowing. Well I've got news for you, Richard: you're beyond dumb. Too Alan Partridge ever to be taken seriously ever again. They're over. Long live Phil and Fern.
3. If you've not linked me with the new URL yet, please do! I'm never shutting up shop ever again.
