tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59004142024-10-24T10:44:33.130+01:00This has been going on for a while now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04662947053198757945noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900414.post-91314817182628827782013-07-28T23:15:00.002+01:002013-07-28T23:15:28.536+01:00

Back some time towards the end of 2009, October at a guess, I was watching a repeat of Trigger Happy TV on 4Music (a UK TV channel). This was a TV series that captured my imagination when it was first broadcast in the year 2000, I would have been around 16 at the time. I envied the unfathomable confidence of the director, producer, writer and star of the programme. Actually, envy is the wrong

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"Finally someone people will have heard of" was how my editor described the opportunity to interview True Blood's Stephen Moyer in his email. I'd never heard of him. I only knew of True Blood from tube station posters advertising the fact it was showing on the FX channel on satellite. Time to do some research. Having no knowledge of this man actually made the preparation and question conjuring

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All the way back in July an email came through my electronic letterbox with details of an Xbox game launch. Not really standard Hecklerspray fare, but at the heart of it was an opportunity to interview Pat Sharp and the twins from Fun House. Nothing about the choice of Pat Sharp to promote 1 vs. 100 made sense. The Xbox publicity woman at the event described their ideal celebrity; someone who

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Sixty-seven miles up Millbank Tower, and after many glasses of champagne, a playboy comedian/presenter is announcing the phone that might just save Motorola’s bacon. Nearby tech journalists were none the wiser as to whom this man was, yet they still rejected our theory that it could be Dave Berry. Simply asking one of the PR people, and waiting for them to ask another PR person was all we had

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Yesterday’s Guardian published a piece by Brian Logan which illustrated how comedians such as Richard Herring and Scott Capurro are inherently racist and offensive. Scott Capurro often offends his audience, he tells Logan he can justify that because an audience doesn’t often get a chance to inform the performer that they are ‘fucked up’. I think what Scott, someone who has written for the

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Amongst people with Macbooks and laptops in the NFT's cafe I sat scribbling onto a sheet of A4 in an embarrassingly low-tech fashion. The sheet happened to be a map with the location of the venue for a Snickers ad campaign launch in London Bridge. The scribbles were to be the questions I would be asking Mr T, formerly of Rocky III and The A-Team. That was assuming I could pull him aside for 5

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I've decided to take this blog in a slightly different direction. While this is subject to whim, hopefully I’ll have enough material to sustain it. With growing up comes a dwindling desire to be angry and ranty about what I now view to be the trivialities of the world at large, and these people or issues aren't generally worth the energy or the space they end up occupying on the internet's hard

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Every now and then we like to catch a virus just to mix things up a bit and remind our immune system that it still has a role to play in our continuing existence.To keep things interesting, given that it is summer; we decided to go with the common cold. As males we know how devastating this can be, with days of unrelenting torment and an extra 15 minutes added to getting up rituals spent futilely

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Can you imagine an East End gangster drama which doesn’t star Danny Dyer? Moreover, can you imagine one which wasn’t directed by Guy Richie?It isn’t an easy concept to fathom; god knows sometimes we don’t want to. Unfortunately it isn’t our choice; Sky 1 is forcing us to picture such an idea because of their new 1980s 4-part drama The Take, starting tomorrow. Keep reading.

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In the early 20th Century, the Suffragette movement fought and campaigned to give women independence and the vote, but what has modern woman done with this privilege? They’ve made Hope Springs, what a waste. The opening scenes draw heavily from Hustle, and any prison based drama you can think of. Throughout proceedings the viewer is reminded of the sanctity of sisterhood, sisters doing it for

Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5900414.post-6977690971681103982009-04-27T21:24:00.002+01:002009-07-29T21:27:57.807+01:00

Writer Simon Nye and Martin Clunes have teamed up again to present this remake of the much revered Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin starring Leonard Rossiter. If you listen carefully you might just be able to hear him turning in his grave, assuming he wasn’t cremated of course. Who knows. Keep reading.

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You might think that creating a TV programme off the back of a song by a guitar-based pop group was a bad idea, and you’d be right, mostly.All the Small Things won us over quite early on with a choral rendition of Bond theme Nobody Does It Better. It is a shame that the rest of ATST didn’t quite live up to the high bar they’d set themselves. Keep reading

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We’re the best there is, ever was, and ever will be. In fact, we’re the Jesus of business and we’d kill every child ever used on a Huggies or Andrex advert to win, the cuter the deader.That’s right, The Apprentice is back! Just in time too, as we need something to fill in the time between series of Dancing on Ice. Keep reading

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Stewart Lee is to the world of comedy what pans are to a chef; pretty vital unless you want cold beans, and nobody wants cold beans.This man possesses razor sharp comic timing; somehow he can make any innocuous word comical. One small inflection or miniscule tweak of his expression conveys more than any amount of high pitched puerile drivel from the crosseyed one from Mock the Week or pretty much

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Remember that reality TV show which was a bit like The Apprentice but focused on the contestants’ restaurant-owning acumen rather than the art of arse-kissing Alan Sugar called The Restaurant? Well it is back for a third series.That’s right, Raymond Blanc is returning to judge nine couples who think they can run an eatery because they once threw a successful dinner party and think they can join

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The Moving Wallpaper/Echo Beach concept was unusual for ITV, it was quite innovative and possibly even a teeny bit good.Worry not however, as they weren’t going to allow this anomaly to continue unfettered.If the phenomenon of the original format passed you by, here is a quick recap. Moving Wallpaper and Echo Beach were shown back to back. The former was a knowing parody of a TV production office

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It isn’t in our nature here at hecklerspray to be complimentary about TV shows, films, actors, or anyone or anything come to think of it, but this is a well deserved exception.The first film in the trilogy of screen adaptations is set in 1974 and follows the story of a young journalist returning to his native West Yorkshire. Keep reading

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As some of you may have heard, Mr T is in town, promoting either his new masculine manifesto or some delicious chocolate bars.Who can really say which one is true with any certainty? Well, we can. Mr T is in the UK to promote Snickers. Watch the infamous confrontation here

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Michael Barrymore, Les Dennis, Shane Richie, Keith Chegwin, Bobby Davro, Bradley Walsh. What do they all have in common?Their very mention triggers a feeling of drowning in depression? They’re cheap, tacky, polyester-suited, out dated Bognor Regis seafront entertainers? They are people who should never appear on television unless they are being pumped full of dry rice then offered a glass of

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While cruising the highways this morning I spotted a young lady waiting to cross the road. It took a while for me to come to this conclusion as for a long time I couldn't decide if she was soliciting her services to passing motorists or not.I can only suggest that if young ladies will insist on dressing like ladies of the night, and walking alongside our beautiful network of roads, that they

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Contrary to the title of this post, I've only just heard that the legendary Armando Iannucci has created another masterpiece in the form of a film, a film with a name. That name is In The Loop. Screenings at the Sundance Festival have gone down very well, and it premieres at the just as exotic Glasgow Film Festival in February. In The Loop sees the cast of The Thick Of It in

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After revisiting the contents of the Goliath which spawned this little blog here and feeling just a little bit nostalgic, I've imported the rants I used to write while in my formative years at university. When I started the website in the latter part of 2002, the blogging phenomena hadn't really started. It was a time when contemporaries of mine were constructing 'all about me' sites, and I

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This three-part miniseries charts chemistry set chef Heston Blumenthal’s appointment to revive moribund restaurant chain Little Chef with his unique inimitable brand of weird food. Essentially it is a cross between Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares and one of Jamie Oliver’s ‘only I can save Britain’ missions. Keep reading.

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Seldom does a subject come to the fore which requires us to be sincere; yet the sad news of Patrick McGoohan’s death is undeniably one of them. The American-born actor is undoubtedly one of the greatest masters of his craft to grace our screens. Perhaps best known as the enigmatic Number 6 in the brilliant cult 60s series The Prisoner, he was also a talented writer, director, and producer for

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In an age of the unwanted comeback (hello Take That, Boyzone and Peter Mandelson) those bods at TV HQ have finally bought back something we’d been greatly anticipating - Shooting Stars. The all new anniversary edition was preceded by Shooting Stars: The Inside Story, a mockumentary of sorts which mixed backstage characters portrayed by Vic & Bob and previous guests. Keep reading.

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