Showing posts with label Kooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kooks. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 May 2023

TV On The Radio #7: Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em


"Hmm, Betty, the doggy’s done a whoopsie on the floor.”

Frank Spencer never actually uttered this line in the popular 70s sitcom, but thanks to Mike Yardwood, the rest of the country started doing Michael Crawford impressions and the line became a legend. And if that wasn't bad enough...


Humour is a very subjective thing. Me, I prefer The Shirehorses...


You'll only get that if you're familiar with the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion.

I remember watching Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em when I was a kid and generally finding it annoying in the same way that I would find Adam Sandler's man-child act intensely irritating 20 years later. It never fails to amaze me that Crawford would go on to become a West End legend as The Phantom of the Opera. Quite a leap up from Frank.

Let's kick off our Frank tribute, appropriately enough, in Mu Mu Land...

Trapped in a rerun
Of a seventies sitcom soap
"Some Mothers Do Have 'Em"
Or "The Archie Bunker Show"
I was snogging with Felicity
“The Good Life” begins in bed
Richard was in the garden
Or I think that's what she said


I think it's also fair to say that Frank was a pretty Kooky kind of guy...

Watches black and white movies to get thin
Curls her hair just like Marilyn
Oh, what an enigmatic woman
My gosh do some mothers have 'em


Next a band who also wrote a song about Freddy Kreuger. I'd have loved to see a Frank Spencer vs. Freddy Kreuger movie...


I can't imagine Justin Currie was much of a Frank Spencer fan... but I have been wrong before.


Today's winner though is a song about thinking that the singer onstage is looking straight at you (and maybe you've got a chance with them!) when actually they can't see the crowd's faces at all because of the stage lights. Which is just the kind of idiotic thing that Frank Spencer would probably do...

One look sends it coursin' through the veins, oh, how the feelin' races
Back up to their brains to form expressions on their stupid faces
They don't want to say hello like I want to say hello
Well, the heartbeat's at its peak when you're coming up to speak

And oh, I'm so tense, never tenser, could all go a bit Frank Spencer
And I'm talkin' gibberish, tip of the tongue but I can't deliver it
Properly, oh, it's all gettin' on top of me
And if it weren't this dark, you'd see how red my face has gone, yeah


Sunday, 4 October 2020

Saturday Snapshots #157 - The Answers

 


Welcome back to the quiz that's always the Bridesmaid, never the bride. Still, I hope you all Wiigured out this week's answers... and there were no Cheetahs.


10. First swinging king lacks staple diet.

King Louis was the king of the swingers in The Jungle Book, and this was his voice. King Louis was also an orangutan whose staple diet would be bananas...

Prima would be the first.

Louis Prima - Yes, We Have No Bananas

9. Hellish tippers, 24 hours later.


"Hellish tippers" was an anagram.


8. Kayleigh's bloke starts crying again... cheer up, it's party time!


Kayleigh's bloke was Fish.


7. Wait! The Real Thing can't spell Charlie Brown's pal.


The real thing is the real McCoy.

Charlie Brown's pal was Snoopy.


6. Throwing homework on the fire long before Morrissey... this lady has a unique way of walking.


Long before Sheila Take A Bow, in which Morrissey entreated us to throw your homework onto the fire, David Bowie gave a similar exhortation in Kooks...

And if the homework brings you down
Then we'll throw it on the fire
And take the car downtown


5. A B C D F J K M N O P Q S U V W X Y Z.

(That may be my favourite clue in the history of Saturday Snapshots.)


What's MISSING from the alphabet above? The letters E G H I L R and T. And if you mix those around a bit, you get THE GIRL.


4. Pardon self-inflicted wounds in Scotch toun.


Note how I said Scotch toun, not Scottish?


3. The Farun Ningily takes an elevator to the meaning of life. 


Wondering what a Famrun Ningily is? It's Running in the middle of Family. FAM-RUNNING-ILY.

42 was the meaning of life, the universe and everything.


2. Unhurried hearsay.



1. Candid landscape painter has not lost his faith.


Turner was a landscape painter, to be frank.




I Still Believe Saturday Snapshots will be back next week...


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