…and I apologise to my friend Alex, who was typecast as the Japanese Santa, but Clash of the Santas on ITV1 was dreadful. Absolutely dreadful. When a friend appears on TV, you feel compelled to watch, but now I want to get some eyewash to wash my eyes clean of the filth they picked up by watching this stupidity.
The highlight of the thing was the closing credits. I had to tape it for Alex (who doesn’t have a TV) and the tape now rests in a brown paper bag (yes, really) next to me.
And the plot? If there was one, I missed it. I’m glad that Alex is getting regular work, but boy, this was almost as good as the commercial he did for channel 666 (I am not kidding either) when it was running 24-hour ads for Virgin’s cable services. He asked me to tape that too, but in order to tape it I had to watch it, and it took about 1-1/2 hours for the channel to run that particular ad segment.
All I can say is: it must have been something I did to God.
Uh-oh. And I’m just delighted that by pure chance I caught a run of Almodovar’s “All about my mother”, in Spanish with English subtitles, on one of the more obscure channels in our Freeview bouquet. (I left out the “o”, and the spell checker nearly corrected this to “banquet”.) It’s one of my all-times favourite films.
Sorry to hear you got stuck with trash, but at least it was for a good cause.