Whilst washing up the dishes this morning I came up with an idea for a TV pitch- Alan Moore’s Love Island. The premise is fairly similar to the usual Love Island, just with the V for Vendetta hit maker presiding over the usual sort of fun and jollity you’d expect with prime time viewing. The contestants would probably be mutants, superheros or mutant superheros and the island itself would not be on a tropical island, but rather a traffic roundabout just outside of Northampton town centre. Whenever the result of the public poll are announced they will be preceded by the refrain from Pop Will Eat Itself’s ‘Can U dig it?’ “Alan Moore knows the score!”
I reckon that this could be a go-er. Anyone else got any ideas to improve this ‘golden age of television?’
Presented by Paddy McGuinness… in a Rorschach mask. Nice!
I’ve always believed that line to be Alan BALL knows the score
That’s what I thought.
Does he ‘dig’ Marvel and DC?
My TV pitch is one I have mentioned before and is so pioneering that the world isn’t ready for it, clearly.
This is directed to the producers of (mainly) Coronation Street and Eastenders. Both soaps sometimes develop characters that are “nasty” and over time they are vanquished by the good people of Walford or Weatherfield. But why not allow them – the same character – to pop up the other one and start the pattern of deception again? We, the viewer, will know that the new face in the street is a bad ‘un – but *they* won’t! So many possibilities – Nick Cotton sweeping Sally Webster (?) off her feet but actually slowly poisoning her. That kind of thing.
There was a period of time when anyone “taking a break” from Eastenders had gone to Manchester.
Perhaps expand the conceit to include Emmerdale and Hollyoaks. Maybe even Neighbours and Home & Away.
Audrey Roberts has to do a stretch in Wentworth.
“He used to bring me roses, ackchulleh”
My God – have you seen the new version “Wentworth” ? Honestly, the production values are high – it looks and sounds wonderful but the storylines among the most bleak and violent I have seen. Audrey Roberts would (literally) be mincemeat within a day.
Production values? Good lord.
The whole point of the old Prisoner was that you were trapped in a brown and bottle-green 1978 made of thin plywood in the spectral wastes of a midweek midnight on ITV.
Our cat loved the theme song.
One thing does remain the same though – it seems to be Australia’s only women’s prison. Even in the case of Governor Joan (“the freak!”) Ferguson who became very, very evil – fond of recreational dismemberment and creative ways to have people murdered. She was arrested and sent to…you guessed it…Wentworth. What could possibly go wrong?
I have never heard that song before and luckily will never need to again.
Who is Alan Moore?
Northampton’s finest.
The nice thing about the Afterword is that I don’t feel as out of touch as I do in the real world.
Tch! I never thought I’d live to see folk forget our heroes from 1966.
You’ll be asking “who’s Bobby Ball?” next..
Britain’s got Talent v Wasps.
Either the insect or the rugby team. Both good ideas.
Bloody hell BGT was awful, just awful last week.
One act was stage-schooled overconfident kids dressed as Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé etc – they were called L’il Stars or something. BOO! BOOO!
Then a guy with a serviceable Michael Ball type voice did something from a musical and in the audience was his mum and dad wiping tears from their faces and also from the face of his brother, trapped in a wheelchair. I’d be crying too.
Top pop fact: they weren’t allowed to say ‘Bruce Wayne’, which is why the line goes, ‘Bruce, Wayne, Auf Wiedersehen’, which as older members of the forum will know referred to a character in a popular TV show at the time.