Vic and Bob's House Of Fools
In our house, there is no dispute. You see I was a student in the nineties, I came from the North East and I knew what clever words like absurdism and dadaist meant. Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer were my role models, men who had known the grit and the nonsense of Darlington and Middlesbrough and had turned this grit into the gold-dust of surreal comedy. I knew what was on the end of the stick, I appreciated Morrissey the consumer monkey and I remember Matt Dawes when he was nothing more than an embryo.
Vic and Bob bestrode our TV machines like a twin headed colossus - they brought Gerard Depardieu obscuring their view, they sang songs about carpets and adultery, and they rebooted Randall and Hopkirk like good 'uns. They interviewed Damon Hill about whether he ever needed "a nice relaxing poo" and reduced Sinead O'Connor's sincere edifice to rubble with the same question. They reinvented the game show and they created, in Catterick, one of the finest wilfully obscure but strangely touching dramedies I've ever seen (before dramedy was invented in fact). And then they were out. They were old school and everyone wanted Jack Whitehall and BBC Three - they were seen as the godfathers of comedy, the people responsible for inspiring The Mighty Boosh and getting Little Britain's twosome their break. They were simply, after a sad reboot of Shooting Stars, discarded by fashionable commissioners chasing their demographics.
Now the tide has turned and Vic and Bob are back to do for the sitcom what they did for game shows. Now that Miranda has shown that people like silly and absurd, commissioners have dusted off two wizened figures hiding at the back of their minds. With the help of Matt Behhrrrry as Beef a Mr Fixit who loves women from Africa and or the Caribbean, Bob's Scandinavian son Eric, Dan Skinner as Vic's legally challenged brother Bosh, and Morgana Robinson as the sex mad neighbour and writer of erotic fiction, the boys are back in town.
Is 2014 a time when middle age men can write a comedy about a large pork pie? Well only you, dear readers, will be able to answer that. We urge you to tune in to BBC Two on Tuesdays to remind yourself just how brilliant and subversive the kings of surreal comedy are. Go on do yourself a favour