Well that was a bit of a wash-out. The pre-show comments on That Puppet Game Show sounded so positive I almost didn’t hesitate to sit the Resident IT Consultant down in front of the box to eat dinner. I’m lucky he didn’t choke on the carrot sticks.
I was so keen I watched despite the first guest being Jonathan Ross. I was so keen I watched despite it being a game show. I don’t generally watch game shows, and especially not on a Saturday night when all right thinking people know there is nothing to watch if it’s not on BBC4.
The thing is, Jonathan Ross was among the best things on the show, and that is not a comment I make lightly. Even Katherine Jenkins was a little disappointing. Muppets/Puppets don’t belong with simple minded games. They are to be connected with highly intelligent humour, and there was only a tiny bit of amusement to be found mainly in the backstage happenings.
Singing sausages and Martini-drinking armadillos. I don’t think so.
In future we will choke – or not – on our carrot sticks in the kitchen, completely sans any puppets.
We certainly did. We saw both real stars and those shiny things up in the sky. Three nights of BBC’s Stargazing with Professor Brain Cox and Dara the Brain have been fun, although for Daughter it proved yet again that they don’t make programmes for other than beginners. And one of her space pals complained to Professor Brain that he’s too old. He doesn’t look it, with the pop star hair and the never-ending smile, but she was right. It would have been good to have had someone younger on as well.
That Ross fellow was allowed on, but he too is old. And he has more money than brains as the Resident IT Consultant pointed out. Here it’s more the other way around. JR’s telescope made Daughter green with envy, especially as he had no idea how to use it. Wasted, we say.
The blurb for the series said Dara the Brain was going to be the stupid bystander, asking stupid questions on our behalf. I’d like to say that someone who’s studied maths and theoretical physics at university doesn’t fit my idea of stupid, and Dara did very well, both with the entertaining and coming up with non-stupid questions. And as Sherlock Holmes famously said, (albeit not about our O Brain) a head that size has to have something in it.
I felt almost breathless having climbed to over 5000 metres above sea level in Hawaii (in my mind…). The views! The sunshine! And I wouldn’t mind the purple telescope from the Hawaiian beach. Daughter said they should have had a more physics oriented presenter over there. Instead we got looks before subject competence.
The British astronaut waiting to go into space looked very nice. Didn’t catch his name. In fact, most of the people in the field of astrophysics seem to be more than average on good looks. Beauty and brains.
It was behind him. The poor expert standing in his field in Macclesfield (it really wasn’t, you know) carried obliviousness further than he could have imagined, when he missed interesting developments behind him on live television. But to be fair, it was very overcast. The first night we piled out onto the deck afterwards to see what we could see. Jupiter was long gone behind the poplars, but the Pleiades stayed behind and Orion is always reliable.
The other two nights we didn’t bother because we could see we couldn’t see. Daughter would really have preferred to have been driven over to Jodrell Bank for some closer encounters with the stars of the show, but that didn’t happen.