Thoroughly enjoyed this one and immediately passed it across to the current Mrs Simon. We were all born within a few months of each other, all born with a love of television and film comedy. I accidentally spent my university years in Manchester drinking, learning and dreaming of becoming a writer or musician (Elton succeeded, I got a little side-tracked), left this behind as we built careers and took more to family life than pub-culture as we grew older.
And then we (that’s me and Mrs S) both measured out our television watching twenties and thirties watching Ben Elton inspired comedy on the box. First came Kevin Turvey and A Kick Up The Eighties, hugely quoted and accidentally misquoted in The Dusty Miller and the Highgate Oakes. OK Elton had only a small input, but the die was cast. Then The Young Ones, of course. My Manchester days with Jon and Farley and that big doylum from Biggleswade was something of a recreation of the programme. In our case it was Whalley Range not Didsbury. Blackadder was loved by the next generation of Simons just as much as by us; played on cassette in the car as we travelled through Dorset or Normandy and still occasionally watched on DvD. Friday and Saturday Night Live were unmissable and loved The Man From Auntie and its follow up. Wonderful to see Ronnie Corbett included. I read Stark and enjoyed it very much. Hadn’t read another of his books until this one. Found The Thin Blue Line masterly; the writing and casting in perfect harmony. Was never much of a one for musical theatre so didn’t bother with this (anyway not a huge fan of either Queen or Rod Stewart...actually thought long before We Will Rock You that they were basically musical theatre anyway: had Freddie Mercury more a twin with Meatloaf than McCartney, marvellous but not really rock’n’roll,) but found Upstart Crow (once I found it) a perfect late night binge watch.
The book, a lovely trot through my own life as well as finding out that I had every reason to be happy that I always thought Ben Elton to be a very good thing.
Strange that he had his detractors. But look at his fans; George and Olivia Harrison, Paul and Linda, Adrian Edmondson, Rik Mayall, French and Saunders, Fry and Laurie, Branagh and Thompson, (ok, these are mostly lovvies but represent the tip of a very large ice-berg of fans) the list is extensive and always impressive. The list of famous detractors is much shorter and seems to comprise of those whose gift for comedy is of a sneering, punching down type that never much appealed to me. Ben Elton or Jonathan Ross? Mmmm? Not much a contest for me. See also Ricky Gervais, and indeed Stewart Lee. I’m not knocking these comics, indeed I have an admiration for them. Punching down has its place as does sneering. And I always liked the tall fellow from Bristol. But then, not as much as the smiley chap in the sparkly suit. To paraphrase George Harrison, Thank you for keeping us amused at times when the world itself wasn’t very funny.
Appendix A.
I forgot to include the fact that, both he and me, had our lives turned around by reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists. Anyone who has read and been moved by this book is welcome to come round for tea and toast whenever they like. (Address withheld)
Appendix B.
So taken with having my memories of enjoying his writing, acted out over the years, that I bought a DvD of Maybe Baby which had completely passed me by at the time. I’m afraid I haven’t watched all of it. Nor do I intend to. To use a line Stephen Fry used to describe his feelings towards The De Vinci Code. As big bucket of loose stool water as you are ever likely to encounter. They said if I liked Richard Curtis films then I’d love this. So, you cannot say I hadn’t been adequately warned.