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St Skeletor’s Day has taken on a life of its own and looking at Twitter has now spread beyond people who know about its genesis and is becoming a thing in its own right. I like that very much. Long may it continue. I hope this celebration of anti-love will continue long after I am gone and Masters of the Universe are forgotten.
And the correct jokey tweet to send me on this day is “When’s International He-Man’s Day?"
Apparently today is the 20th anniversary of the first episode of TMWRNJ and thanks to that Telegraph article I got lots of lovely tweets with people’s memories of being the only person who had heard of it. Someone linked to
this lost False Rod Hull sketch. It was to be the first in a series where False Rod did loads of mildly perilous activities and ended up dying because he refused to admit he had a real arm under his jacker. We couldn’t show it because the Real Rod Hull (or so he claimed) actually died while doing a mildly perilous activity on the week of the first show. I think we did a bit of filming on the other sketches, but didn’t complete any and the footage doesn’t survive as far as I know. This sketch was put together by the director Gareth Carrivick’s son. Sadly Gareth passed away a few years ago. This whole thing is a bit of a downer. As far as I know the actor Kevin Eldon, Amelia Curtis (who appeared in Playing Hide and Seek With Jesus - I tried to get parts for as many of the cast as possible as they were awesome) and Carlton Dixon are all OK, but maybe someone should check on them. I think Brentford Leisure Centre where we filmed that might have closed though. I was at the filming of this and have rarely laughed more on a set. What a shame it never saw the light of day…. and that Rod Hull died obviously.
And Mark E Smith who inadvertently inspired the Curious Orange has also died. Shit, I think this is the new Last of the Summer Wine.
There’s an unofficial World Cup of CBeebies going on at the moment and Andy from Andy’s Dinosaur Adventures was trying to tout support so that he could beat The Go Jetters. If it was a battle of theme tunes then that would be a tough call, but Go Jetters is the superior programme, mainly because of Andy’s continual flagrant misuse of time travel technology. Why go back to dinosaur times, when he could just travel back 10 minutes and stop himself breaking the thing he just broke, or better still, why not get a job where his inherent clumsiness was not going to have such dire consequences. Every time Andy goes back to dinosaur times he risks standing on the wrong butterfly and inadvertently changing the course of history and evolution. Some argue that it is not his will, but that of the mysterious grandfather clock that serves as his time machine and that perhaps the only way to ensure humanity exists is for Andy to go back millions of years on a weekly basis and that his true mission is more complex than his simplistic brain can ever fathom. But not me. I just think he’s clumsy clot.
I might just be jealous because he gets to hang out with Rebecca though.
Andy got in touch with me to try and swing me to vote for his show. He offered me the part of the janitor on the new series. I think it would be an off camera role, but it’s a start on my climb back to the heady days of the late 90s when I was on a TV show that one in a thousand people watched. So I accepted his invitation. I have joined the crew and will be turning up at the National Museum tomorrow to clean up all the dinosaur skellingtons that Andy has smashed.
Or not, if he inadvertently takes the flu virus back to dinosaur times and wipes out all the ancestors of the mammals. In which case I’ll just take the day off.
Like I did today.
