Sat 02 Feb 2007Variety has no right to lifeTV Review:'Variety is back!" Oh no, please, please
no, it has taken me three decades to overcome the mental trauma of
Sunday Night at the London Palladium or, even worse, The Good Old
Days. I still wake up in a cold sweat trembling at the memory of
Sunday nights in our suburban living room, Nana Nora angrily
sucking on a Sweet Afton butt, while on the telly that
disconcerting bloke in the top hat roared "ladies and gentlemen,
for your delectation . . . your appreciation . . . " as some
16-stone soprano tottered on stage and belted out My Old Man Said
Follow the Van. And whatever about the mawkish comedians and the
misbegotten minstrels, I couldn't sleep for worrying about what
those dour red-veined magicians were doing with their sawn-in-half
glittery ladies.