When I were a lad (quite an appropriate expression after a visit to Barnsley) I was very lucky in that my dad had a real taste for often black comedy on the TV – and radio – and by that token, I grew up with Steptoe and Son, Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-in, Sgt Bilko, TW3 and so many others. Round the Horne and the Navy Lark?
Some of us will remember them, our younger readers by definition won’t.
When I was about 10 I got a telly in my bedroom. I could choose Monty Python, Do Not Adjust Your Set (featuring David Jason when he was a struggling jobbing actor and long before he was cast as Del Boy) or anything else my little mates advised me to watch. Okay, the dial you had to twist to change channels was held together with duct tape and the reception was via coat hanger, but this was the late Sixties after all.
One of my favourite programmes was always M*A*S*H*. Dad had to explain some – but not all – of the dialogue to me. I would imagine the presence of Loretta Swit was appealing to both of us, despite the generation gap. Ironically, her character name was Hoolahan.
The older I grew the more I understood and enjoyed the programme – thanks, Alan Alda. And when I hit 35 one of my favourite bands, Manic Street Preachers, managed to get their first Top Ten Hit from their reworking of the spooky theme tune. Their version isn’t spooky but the original (allegedly with lyrics written by series director Robert Altman’s teenage son) certainly is.
And bless me – NCFC is currently in M*A*S*H* territory. Mobile Army Surgical Hospital in that case; Colney collapse in ours.
As we stand we have: this writer with a collapsed back that “needs rest”. Cheers Doctor and thanks for making me waste nearly a tenner on prescription painkillers that patently do not work.
Then far more importantly there was a horrendous injury to Alex Tettey last night. As Gary and indeed others elsewhere have said, we all want to see him back on the pitch in our colours before his inevitable departure.
Tom Trybull is shafted until season’s end, as is Moritz Leitner.
Matt Jarvis either has a body core like mine or is the unluckiest guy on the planet when it comes to injury; I don’t expect to see him back anytime soon either.
Big Zimbo has lost a stone (that’s eight percent of his bodyweight folks) due to illness. But still, he turned out for as long as he could function.
Harry Reed is still stricken, also with a sickness bug.
Louis Thompson’s Achilles problem is one I really hope gets resolved. The trouble with that sort of injury is that it can leave major psychological doubts in the mind of the player. I’ve seen that happen before, albeit it at a much lower level.
And to top it all off Nelson has done his calf. People might say: what kind of injury is that? I say it’s bloody sore and try running on it. No fun. None whatsoever.
I might even have forgotten somebody from my stricken list. Maybe young Pierre Fonkeu.
So, to anybody who thinks a point against Barnsley was not an achievement, I would disagree. When the “bare bones” can achieve that I am really quite content.
Don’t expect miracles against Reading – it won’t be another 7-1 and we do not at this stage have a clue who will be available.
Finally, I am as mystified as others regarding why Sean Raggett was not on the bench on Tuesday. He always looked great playing in a red and white Lincoln top. Another situation gone Pete Tong? I so hope not.
With another nod to the Sixties in referencing Emergency Ward Ten I will definitely be avoiding Holby City and Casualty – I’ve never watched them in my life and I’m not going to start now.
Good luck and best wishes Alex – it looked really nasty and I hope you’re okay.