In other Mariella Frostrup news, I caught a glimpse of her on the Sky Arts channel late this afternoon. I was excited to discover that the Sky Arts channel is part of my regular Sky subscription, and not some kind of premium package which requires you to present a dozen used ticket stubs from the Royal Opera House and an empty bottle of new-season olive oil in order to have the signal unscrambled. Amazing, I thought. Perhaps, later this evening, I might enjoy a documentary on Carole King, or a Beach Boys concert from the 70s, or a classic episode of The South Bank Show about Philip Larkin. But no.
Tonight on Sky Arts, it is Gary Kemp night.
I've got nothing against Gary Kemp. I never minded Spandau Ballet. They were no Duran Duran, OBVIOUSLY. But I enjoy Gold whenever I hear it played on a commercial radio station in the workplace, and I remember quite the stir about his performance in The Krays.
However, as cultural polymaths qualified to curate an evening's high-brow televisual smorgasbord go, he's no Dr Jonathan Miller. He's no Stephen Fry. He's no David Bowie. I'm not even sure he's David Hasselhoff. No offence, Gaz, but come on...
2 comments:
How pompous. You don't know the first thing about me.
Gary Kemp
I can only apologise, Mr Kemp.
I do know some things about you, but you are very welcome to use this forum to tell the small number of people who read it about any other things I should know, such as your current projects, to redress my slapdash attempts at humour. I'm sure you have better things to do though.
I also really like Through The Barricades and Round And Round.
Sorry again
Miss Jones
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