We skipped Still Open All Hours as I never liked the original much and I thought that this would be soaked in mawkish sentimentality. I've read rumours it wasn't critically we received but have also read rumours that a series was commissioned even before it was screened. Who knows?
All in all, it's a crying shame that Moffat didn't let Gattiss write the Doctor Who Christmas Special really, given the fist he made of that and how good pretty much everything else Gattiss has touched recently has come out.
So there you have it, we watched very little telly over Christmas. Oh, there was plenty of other stuff on but not necessarily sat down to watch properly. Wifey did watch the P.D. James Death Comes to Pemberly but I couldn't be faffed with that. A three part costume drama with some woman who has such poor deportment playing Elizabeth Darcy? No thanks.
|Gary had his box of Kleenex mansize out of sight but not out of mind|
Finally though special mention must go to the best piece of car crash television I've seen in years. Gary Barlow's new years eve programme (11.45pm, NYE), was utterly fascinating. Barlow attempted to talk to the audience but effectively cut off James Cordon when it became apparent Cordon wasn't going to be sycophantic enough, went around hi-fiving fans, basking in his own (perceived) glory and so on but all of that fell by the wayside when the greatest act of televisual onanism ever occurred. Barlow said he seldom does duets but then proceeded to do one with a 20 year old video of himself playing at a concert. It was so shocking up itself I may have tweeted:
Was it me or was there a certain frisson, a sexual tension or spark between Gary Barlow and Gary Barlow earlier on?Things can only get better eh?
— Daddacool (@daddacool) January 1, 2014