Last night I finally got round to watching Fry and Laurie reunited which has been sat on my Sky+ box for weeks. It was great seeing the two of them together again and wonderful to see how much Hugh could make Stephen laugh while just chatting. Several clips were shown of the work they had done together, some of which I don’t remember and probably because I was to young to watch it at the time. When they arrived at the time period involving A bit of Fry and Laurie and Blackadder however the memories came flooding back.
As a child I was by no means an outcast, I had a pretty tightly knit fairly sizeable group of school friends, but the fact that I mention the word outcast at all probably indicates to you that I was by no means popular. I was a geek, I was odd looking socially awkward and quite frankly a bit weird and I hope my old friends would probably admit they were too. With age I have filled out some what do that my 6 foot 7 frame has a bit of neat on and I look less gangly, I wear contact lenses instead of the Deirdre Barlow specials, I am now able to talk to people (especially women) without getting flustered and saying completely the wrong thing but I am still a bit weird and that, I feel, is a good thing.
My love of music was something that always existed but it didn’t have any direction, and that’s no bad thing as people can get lost in a genre so much so that it defines them and they become blinkered to everything else and this happened to me but not till I hit 6th form. Comedy however, that defined me, comedy was my thing and without blowing my own trumpet being amusing has got me through life this far and I sincerely hope it continues to do so. Watching TV shows like A bit of Fry and Laurie, Blackadder, Red Dwarf, Monty Python, The Monkees and The Goodies twisted my sense of humour in a way I’m sincerely grateful for and without I certainly wouldn’t be who I am today.
This all came flooding back to me over the course of the 90 minute reunion show. I had always known that my parents didn’t get me when I was younger and probably still don’t totally get me today, and last night while swimming in nostalgia I fully understand why. I was always pushing against my parents, not in an aggressive way but trying to make them see that their world view was different to mine, only problem was they didn’t understand why my world view was of a dog covered in mustard saying wobble.
Which brings me to the title, only a few days ago Ruby asked me to sing baa baa black sheep and I sang instead wobble wobble meringue fish, have you any tea. Ruby thought it was hilarious, of course she did she’s 4 and putting the wrong words in the wrong place is hilarious even when your not 4, isn’t it???