Well it’s reached the last day of a month where several legends from the entertainment business were taken from us.
Unfortunately January 2016, who appears to have made a pact with the grim reaper, didn’t want to go with a whimper. As a result, this morning we were hit with the sad news of the passing of broadcaster/presenter Sir Terry Wogan.
On January’s watch we have lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Glenn Fry and now the genial Irish radio presenter Sir Terence.
I’ve written often of how I think of my life events as part of a tapestry. Depicted on this metaphorical tapestry is the rollercoaster of my time on this mortal coil. Like everyone, there are some good times, some bad and some indifferent. You could say it’s a bit like my wife Karen’s cooking, without the burnt bits!
Unlike the infinitely more famous Bayeux Tapestry, mine depicts half a century of my memories, not the events surrounding the Norman Conquests or the Battle of Hastings! Also, unlike the Bayeux Tapestry, on mine there is no depiction of King Harold Godwinson losing his life when hit in the eye with an arrow.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been remiss of me to omit this. However, as Harold’s demise was in 1066, not between 1963 and now, it didn’t really seem relevant!
Sir Terry Wogan features in several places on my tapestry. His was the calming voice as we rushed around on a school morning in the 1970’s. His genial soft Irish brogue somehow made my corn flakes, not to mention a rollocking for not doing my homework, more palatable!
Even on the foulest of mornings in the north east of England, on the journey to school in my dad’s Ford Cortina, the atmosphere was lightened by his mischievous humour as we journeyed along Durham Road, via Chowdene Bank to school.
Sir Terry’s affable nature brought brief respite from my regular low mood at this time, predominantly brought on by puberty and Leeds United’s gradual decline in that decade.
The Irishman’s was the voice we heard on a cold January morning in the mid 70’s, when my dad hit black ice on a steep segment of Dartmouth Avenue, causing the car to skid downhill out of control! Thankfully there wasn’t a car or individual in our path and we came to an abrupt stop on colliding with the opposite kerb.
As my brother and I sat there shaken and dad went to replace his displaced hub cap, a jovial lilt on the car radio told the nation “And now here’s Pilot with their new song January. After this it’ll be ‘Pause for thought’ with Canon Michael Darcy.”
This voice somehow had a calming almost spiritual affect on my sibling and I. It was as though Terry was subliminally telling us “It’s ok lads, it’s just a little bump. The main thing is no one’s hurt. Oh and don’t worry about not doing your Religious Education homework; send it in and Canon Michael Darcy will complete it for you!”
Of course Sir Terry wasn’t just famous for his eminently entertaining radio show. He graced TV in various guises, which included as commentator on the Eurovision Song Contest, presenter on game show Blankety Blank and chat show host.
I’m not a fan of the Eurovision Song Contest and haven’t watched it since I left home in the mid 1980’s. I know TV audiences of millions around Europe love it, which I respect, however apart from ABBA’s Waterloo and a few others (which I’m struggling to think of) I think the songs are truly awful.
When I did watch it in the 1970’s/80’s even though I wasn’t enamoured with the music, it was worth a watch for Terry Wogan’s witty, barbed and tongue in cheek commentary for the BBC.
His jibes at competitors and show hosts were ‘worth the entrance money’ and made it a bearable viewing spectacle for yours truly!
Without Terry Wogan’s commentary, ABBA’s Waterloo and the Riverdance interval act in 1984, the Eurovision Song Contest would share the same place as King Harold on my life tapestry!
As host of Blankety Blank, with its double entrendre laden questions, Terry Wogan got the perfect opportunity to air his mischievousness. Its format gave him carte blanche to take a friendly swipe at contestants, celebrity guests and the woeful BBC game show prizes alike.
I’m not sure if the game show was devised with Sir Terry in mind as the host, but it was a great fit for him and proved one of the more entertaining shows in that genre. His stock at his peak was so high he stood shoulder to shoulder with the top earning presenters.
As such, he deservedly didn’t return home with just a silver plated ‘Blankety Blank cheque book and pen’!
As with my small tribute to David Bowie a few weeks back, it’s impossible to include Sir Terry’s achievements in a blog of between 700-1000 words.
I didn’t know the guy and as such I can only write what I’ve seen of him on TV or heard on radio. From what I could see or hear the one thing that stood out from a long list of attributes is he seemed a genuinely nice bloke. The type who’d behave in the same mischievous manner whether broadcasting to millions, or chatting to Old Ted in the snug of Eton Working Men’s Club!
To close this blog I’ll leave you with the genial Limerick born broadcasters tongue in cheek comment when told his radio show audience had reached 8 million:- “Hang on: there’s 60 million people in the country – what are the other 52 million listening to?” …… What indeed?!
Thanks for the happy memories! I will pause for thought after I’ve played January by Pilot later!
RIP Sir Terry Wogan