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Barry Norman: Blessed be the Onion Picklers
This Saturday I am to be heard on the radio. I am ridiculously excited.
My good friend Evelyn is an actual bona fide professional radio DJ and she seems to think that I should be her regular film reviewer on her Saturday morning show. And who am I to argue? Biggest loves: films and talking about films. I am flattered and delighted.
I thought about maybe not mentioning it on the Misssives until I’ve done the first show in case I develop Tourettes midway through and make a pig’s ear of the whole thing (I won’t, Ev, I promise I won’t!). But I’m too excited and have to tell everyone.
I don’t want to big myself up too much, pride coming before a fall and all that jazz, but I reckon I’m far more sincere than Jonathan Ross and I know I have better film taste than him. And after his disgraceful cheek in the presence of the wonderful Terry Wogan on his TV show a couple of weeks ago, I’ve pretty much turned against him. No one suggests that Sir Terry is an onanist; least of all Ross! Outrageous insolence! I shouted at the telly quite fiercely. Give “Film 2007″ to Kermode and be done with it, please BBC.
I was also taken aback last week when I saw that the former mainstay of British TV film reviewing, Barry Norman, has brought out a range of condiments. I kid you not; he has his own brand of pickled onions. “And why not?” as the great man was so fond of saying. They are in Tesco; go and have a look if you don’t Adam and believe it.
I’m taking the whole pickle discovery as a good omen. Don’t ask me why, I just am. It’s as if Barry sent me a good luck message via the supermarket. Cheers Captain. Nice to know you haven’t pegged it since you retired from the box.
Evelyn’s show is broadcast on Original 106FM. I think I’m on around 9am GMT on Saturdays. I suppose I should find out exactly when, really…
This week I am reviewing “Elizabeth: The Golden Age” with the wonderful Cate Blanchett, and I will be choosing a rental DVD of the week. Ev’s given me a generous 10 minute slot and hopefully she won’t have to cosh me after twenty to get me to stop.
