Easter '75

 

There's an annoyingly self-conscious band that calls itself ‘The 1975’. I’ve no interest in them whatsoever apart from their choice of name. What were they thinking? That 1975 was somehow the coolest year in history? A high watermark in pop music? None of them is old enough to have been there. I can attest to the fact that 1975 was just another year, mostly unremarkable, memorable only for a notable spell of hot weather during the summer, which was instantly eclipsed the following year. And as for the state of popular music... if you want proof, let my diary take you back to Easter of half a century ago...

It was a little over fifty years ago this weekend, because by the middle of April 1975, Easter was well out of the way, the holiday having fallen in the last week of March. And didn’t we know it – the weather had been more like Christmas than Easter, my diary for Thursday 27 March recording that ‘it snows, and how!’ The following day, Good Friday, I went down with a dose of the flu, brought on by the unseasonable conditions. It didn’t stop me from watching Thunderbirds, though – the episode Lord Parker’s ‘Oliday was broadcast by ATV at 10.30 that morning, affording my first ever opportunity to see the show in colour.

Other televisual ‘treats’ during the ‘75 Easter holidays included a Tintin serial, The Secret of the Unicorn, broadcast in daily episodes on BBC1. This was a decidedly unimaginative choice on the part of the schedulers, as the same serial had been shown during the Easter break the previous year. Why couldn’t we have had The Calculus Case or, better still, Objective Moon? Also being repeated in the morning schedule was the classic Yugoslavian/German drama White Horses, but we turned off even before the classic theme song had got started.

On Saturday, Dr. Who’s latest serial, Genesis of the Daleks, had reached its fourth episode. One is never aware at the time of watching that a particular piece of television will ultimately become iconic – back then it was just another Dr. Who serial, but ultimately it was a turning point in the mythology of Terry Nation’s memorable pepperpots. I was getting acclimatised to Tom Baker’s Doctor by this time, though he would never surpass Jon Pertwee in my estimation. Two weeks later, he would give us his famous ‘have I that right?’ speech as he contemplated the moral implications of committing genocide on the Daleks.

The same day, I’d got myself the brand new Target paperback Dr. Who and the Cybermen, adapted from the Troughton era serial The Moonbase, and the first story from his era that I experienced in any format. I would begin reading it the following week.

The weather remained wintry: on Easter Sunday, a scheduled race meeting was cancelled, and BBC1 plugged the gap by showing the Star Trek episode The Deadly Years. At the age of 14, seeing Kirk and co turn old and grey was kind of grimly entertaining – fifty years on, and looking as if I’ve recently set foot on Gamma Hydra 2 myself (sorry, Gamma Hydra 4), it’s not quite such fun any more. Was it even right of the series to present such a negative portrait of ageing?

Easter, of course, meant chocolate eggs. This year’s were a Terry’s All Gold – which wasn’t entirely to my liking comprising as it did of dark chocolate – and a Mackintoshes ‘Reward’. On top of that, I received an LP as an additional Easter present, 10cc’s latest, The Original Soundtrack. One of its cuts (‘Life is a Ministrone’) was currently in the top 20, whilst another, ‘I’m Not in Love’, would provide the band with a number one hit in the summer.

It being a Sunday, we listened to the Top 40 rundown on Radio 2, broadcast simultaneously with Radio 1, but having the added advantage of stereo. Did I say ‘advantage’? Not with the Bay City Rollers sitting at the top of the charts with ‘Bye, Bye Baby’. This was, of course, the high watermark of ‘Rollermania’. At number ten, we find The Goodies, on their way down from last week’s number 8 with ‘The Funky Gibbon’. According to my diary, I actually ‘did’ the Funky Gibbon with my mate Dave Hanks when he visited on Wednesday 2 April. Our mum had an old pair of furry gloves which came in very handy for throwing those Graeme Garden shapes… 

The Cricklewood trio were also in the middle of a brand new series on BBC1, and Easter Monday saw them striking oil beneath the Jollyrock lighthouse… and catching mumps in the process. The same evening brought a repeat broadcast of Ronnie Barker’s saucy wordless comedy Futtocks End, which had been broadcast back at Christmas.

The Goodies weren’t the only TV stars making records back in 1975: Telly Savalas had taken his, er, ‘reading’ of Bread’s ‘If’ to number one earlier in the month and was now slowly on his way down the charts. 

Comedy pop groups were nothing new, of course, and in the mid-70s The Monkees were hardly ever off the screen, despite their sound and image being almost a decade out of date. BBC1 was running episodes on Wednesday evenings at 4.50, and my diary confirms that we were tuned in on 2 April. Later the same evening, the Wednesday Film was Norman Wisdom’s 1963 comedy A Stitch in Time. Are you going to shout ‘Mr. GRIMSDAAAAALE!’ or shall I?

On the Thursday after Easter, our Uncle Cliff called round with some £2 WH Smiths tokens, in place of Easter eggs. I spent mine the following day on a copy of the Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper album from WH Smiths’ record department in Lichfield.

The Easter holidays continued into the following week, but on Monday 7 April, the flu returned and this time I was packed off to bed: ‘miss blasted Goodies’ I grumbled in my diary – the episode was an ancient Roman escapade involving Roy Kinnear. The following day, though still confined to bed, I was able to catch the new chart rundown on my tiny transistor radio and, surprise, The Goodies were on their way back up the charts again, reaching an impressive number four. Otherwise, I passed the time in drawing, and reading some Horror magazines: World of Horror was a British effort rather like a professionally produced fanzine, that dabbled occasionally in science fiction – I’d been drawn to it by a cover featuring Mr. Spock. The following day, I ploughed through a pile of my brother’s Countdown and TV Action comics. Reading old comics was (and still is) the best thing about being laid up in bed…

Bedside reading, 1975 style: World of Horror and TV Action

By Thursday 10 April, I was well enough to get up and watch TV for the first time since the weekend. I packed in a lot of viewing that evening: Tomorrow’s World, Top of the Pops, The Liver Birds, Are You Being Served, and the first in a repeat run of Thames Television’s pre-Sweeney crime drama Special Branch.

The new school term began on Tuesday 15 April. On the last day of the holiday, I picked up another new Dr. Who paperback – The Giant Robot – and a special packet of Weetabix containing some cut-out cardboard Dr. Who figures, now highly collectable (and still in my possession).

And that was Easter over and done with. It was cold, we watched some television, we played a few records. Some of us did ‘The Funky Gibbon’. At no time did we believe we were participating in an epoch-making moment in history. To ‘the 1975’ I have only this message: if you were looking for musical cool, you picked the wrong year...

The Bronto Book...

 

...or how I discovered dinosaurs

This blog set out to examine the ways in which we come to know (and occasionally to love) the icons of popular culture in its many manifestations, drawing on my own experiences growing up. Dinosaurs are not strictly a part of popular culture (unless you count the Jurassic Park film franchise), but it was through the mass media that I first became aware of these prehistoric entities, whose existence I had previously not suspected; and in this blog, I’m looking back at how it all got started...

Today, most children are probably familiar with ancient reptiles from a very early age, maybe three or four years. I’m not sure that I knew much about dinosaurs before the age of seven, although I’d almost certainly seen them depicted in cartoons on television without realising that these had once been living, breathing animals.

Our primary school classrooms all had a small library corner, and during one memorable year, one of the most popular items to be found therein was Brenda H. Zielinska’s The Bronto Book (J.M. Dent & Sons, 1960). I haven’t set eyes on a copy for years, but I can dimly recall it as a humorous tale of anthropomorphic dinosaurs, illustrated with black and white line drawings. This would have been around 1968, and it’s conceivable that this comical adventure was my introduction to the world of prehistoric animals.

I began to learn about dinosaurs in more serious detail with the publication, later that same year, of the educational magazine Tell Me Why. Similar in content to the better remembered Look and Learn, this large format glossy weekly launched at the end of August 1968, styling itself as ‘Your World of Adventure – In Living Colour’. Colour was certainly a selling point – there were no monochrome pages in the entire magazine, and no room was set aside for advertising matter. This kind of high quality content didn’t come cheap, and Tell Me Why retailed at an eye-watering one shilling and sixpence (by comparison TV21 was only 9d).

Its contents were a blend of contemporary science, art history, natural history and stories from the classics. It was here that I first encountered H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds, in an abridgement accompanied by some of the best depictions of the Martian war machines that I’ve ever seen. And it was here also that I discovered dinosaurs.

I didn’t get Tell Me Why from week one, but I saw copies of it being passed around at school and was immediately drawn to the exceptional artwork depicting these creatures of a bygone age. I can even point to the exact picture that started it all off (below).

Today, when children are accustomed to seeing dinosaurs realistically brought to life as CGI or AI animations, and even real world prosthetics, a mere painting just wouldn’t have the same impact. Back in the 1960s, art was the only means of visualising ancient reptiles, and several painters became famous for their depictions of ancient life: none more so than the legendary Rudolph F. Zallinger (1919-1995), whose works included the ‘Age of Reptiles’ mural at Yale University.

Rudolph Zallinger, 'The Age of Reptiles' (detail)

I don’t know if it was Zallinger’s work that graced the pages of Tell Me Why, but it certainly looked the same: he had a particular way of suggesting the scaly skins of the ancient lizards, and always placed them in excitingly believable settings, clothing his landscapes in intriguing varieties of extinct vegetation. His skies were always atmospheric, often augmented by puffs of smoke from distant volcanoes, and frequently suggesting the light of an early evening. I think it was this sense of atmosphere as much as the monsters themselves that drew me in.

Tell Me Why told the story of Earth’s prehistoric past over successive weeks, and sadly, by the time I was bought my first copy, we’d already reached the late cretaceous period. Back then, scientists had yet to agree on the cause of the dinosaurs’ sudden disappearance from the Earth, and the asteroid impact theory, now largely accepted, wasn’t mentioned. That week’s edition ended with a series of question marks. Had the climate changed? Did the dinosaurs’ food supplies run out? Next week’s edition moved on to the era of prehistoric mammals which, though intriguing in their own right, have never, with the possible exception of the woolly mammoth, elicited quite the same level of childlike awe and fascination as their reptilian antecedents.

That Christmas, amongst my presents was a book that I still own to this day. Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Reptiles was illustrated by the mighty Zallinger and I still consider his versions of monsters like Tyrannosaurus Rex and Brontosaurus as definitive, although any modern palaentologist would disagree. Science has moved on, and change was afoot even as I was having my first encounters with prehistoric life.

The late 60s saw a movement in palaentology that has been dubbed the ‘dinosaur renaissance’, a new view of ancient reptiles that sought to overturn accepted wisdom which depicted dinosaurs as slow-moving reptiles. The new thinking argued that dinosaurs had in fact been warm-blooded animals, closer to modern mammals and birds. Scientists began to consider the possibility, now generally accepted, that dinosaurs had evolved into birds. Some species, it was believed, even had primitive feathers.

One of the great things about dinosaurs is that they can be both an object of serious scientitfic study, and a source of fun. For me, aged eight or nine, they were both. I drew realistic pictures of them in my ‘Topic Book’ at school, but also acted out daft adventures with a series of rubber dinosaurs that I still own to this day. They all had silly voices (of course) and comical personalities. The Ankylosaurus, in reality an armoured beast covered in scales and lethal spikes, somehow reminded me of a cat, so of course in my silly dinosaur adventures, it mewed like a pussycat. It also did a little song and dance routine...

These were not the only dinosaur toys I possessed, and while there was nothing like the range of realistic models that one sees today in any museum gift shop, you could always make your own with the selection of plastic construction kits sold under the ‘Pyro’ brand name. The first such example I had bought for me was the Dimetrodon, a sail-backed creature of the early Permian period. Of course, any palaentologist will quickly remind you that Dimetrodon wasn’t a dinosaur at all and had become extinct some 40 million years before the advent of the dinosaurs. In fact, it had more in common with certain mammals… but to me, aged eight, it was a dinosaur.

Pyro kits came in two box types, above.

This kit was soon joined by others, with varying degrees of realism. Dimetrodon was interestingly textured, whereas the kits of Brontosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex and others were of smooth plastic. I even used them as ‘life models’ for my own dinosaur artworks. The era of the dinosaur kits lasted from early 1969 into maybe 1970 or 71, when they were supplanted by Aurora’s range of horror movie monster kits. By this time, my brother and myself had been bought several further books of dinosaurs, and on a visit to London in 1969 had been taken to see the fossils on display in the science museum, along with the famous (and mostly unrealistic) creations in Crystal Palace Park. As of 2020, these life-sized exhibits, dating to the mid 19th century, were added to Historic England’s ‘at risk’ register.

No, these aren't the Crystal Palace exhibits but two of the Pyro plastic kits pictured in Jurassic Park (okay, the back garden).

Back in the 1960s, it was rare to see dinosaurs on television or film: the work involved in successfully animating the creatures put them beyond the budget of most productions. I well remember seeing the movie The Valley of Gwangi promoted in the press at the time of its release, but had to wait for it to turn up on television. On the small screen, most producers knew better than to try and depict dinosaurs. When Dr. Who tried it in 1974, the results were like the kind of thing you usually saw on The Goodies. But by this time, aged 13, I had outgrown my childhood fascination with all things prehistoric (apart from The Flintstones).

In a way, it seems a shame that my early spurt of interest in a serious scientific subject didn’t lead me to consider a career in that area. But dinosaurs were, to me, a passing fad, and engaged my attention in the manner of any other ephemeral cultural phenomenon. Similarly, around this same time, I took an interest in astronomy, to the extent of having a small telescope bought for me, but could never get beyond the purely aesthetic appreciation of the universe. There’s just too much maths and physics involved...

I never quite lost interest in dinosaurs, though, and when technology finally allowed for the creation of lifelike CGI monsters on film, I was intrigued to see the results. I even went so far as to borrow a contemporary, and properly scientific book on prehistoric life from the local library, so as to read up on the latest theories that were under discussion.

I’ve only once been called upon to create images of dinosaurs, for an entrepreneur who wanted to produce a series of interactive postcards for children, and my drawings, simplified and rather cartoonish, were based on contemporary ideas of dinosaurs as highly colourful, dynamically active creatures. In spite of this, my mind’s eye view still defaults to those old Rudolph Zallinger images, which are today considered as extinct as the animals they depict. In this respect, palaentology operates rather like science fiction, in that its iconography will always reflect the era in which it is created. The Crystal Palace dinosaurs looked cranky and old fashioned to a child brought up on Zallinger’s art, which in turn looks cranky and old fashioned to any modern student of the subject.

That’s the thing with dinosaurs: however many new fossils we unearth, science can never know with absolute certainty what the reality of these long extinct creatures might have been. Today’s palaentologists insist that dinosaurs like Allosaurus and T Rex walked along with their tails erect, to balance their huge heads and muscular bodies, a logical enough idea – yet it can never be proven, and in future may be overturned by some new discovery. It might even turn out that Zallinger’s old-school ‘tail dragging’ dinosaurs were closer to the truth, but short of having a time machine, we’ll never know… unless (and I’ve heard it rumoured as a possibility) there’s a potential Dickie Attenborough out there ready and waiting to clone some dinosaurs from ancient DNA samples…

As I said earlier, dinosaurs can be fun, and maybe that’s a good place to end. Below is a humorous comic strip created in a photo-montage style, using some of the old rubber monsters I was bought way back in 1969 or 70… (click on the image to see it full size)

Well, Thank You Very Much!

 

A sitcom classic turns fifty this week. Only fifty? It feels like The Good Life has been with us forever, yet it originally ran for just four short seasons of seven episodes each over a period of two years. In the world of television, less is always more. Creators John Esmonde and Bob Larbey were right to end the series when they did, before it could get stuck in the solipsistic self-referential rut that has been the fate of most long-running British sitcoms (cf. Last of the Summer Wine).

I was watching plenty of television during the week when The Good Life made its debut in April 1975: my diary lists The Goodies, Are You Being Served, Dave Allen at Large and The Liver Birds; yet I missed out on this future classic (I tended to mistrust any new television series unless it came from the likes of Gerry Anderson). I’m certain I saw trails for The Good Life and must have decided it wasn’t for me. Aged fourteen, I tended to prefer the more anarchic comedy of The Goodies, and the smutty, Carry-On style humour of Are You Being Served. I’m not sure if I even noticed that the new sitcom came from the writing team who had previously given us Please Sir!, which would certainly have been a point in its favour. Either way, I was not tuned in on 4 April 1975 to witness the Goods setting out on their self-sufficiency journey.

A second series began in December, but we were visiting our grandparents on that particular evening, and again I failed to pick up on it. It doesn’t get mentioned in my diary at all until Friday 9 January 1976. That week’s episode was Mutiny – an acknowledged classic, wherein Margo finally gets to star in the Sound of Music and Jerry gets fired (briefly) by ‘sir’ (Reginald Marsh). As an introduction to the series, it was hardly typical, with the Goods’ lifestyle scercely getting a look in. My diary entry is intriguing:

‘Watch the Good Life, in which their next-door neighbour (Strand – from Special Branch) loses his job because of the Sound of Music.’

The fact that I’d singled out Paul Eddington strongly suggests that this was indeed my very first encounter with the Good Life, and strange as it may seem, he was the only member in the cast whom I recognised. Richard Briers hadn’t done much television in recent years – I was too young to remember him from Marriage Lines a decade earlier – but I must have known his voice as the narrator of Bob Godfrey’s cartoon series Roobarb, not to mention countless commercials. Felicity Kendall and Penelope Keith were both, like Briers, seasoned theatre performers (perhaps that’s why the series was so good), but I knew neither of them.

I stuck with the Goods for the rest of the series (just two more episodes) and was finally able to catch up with series one when it began a repeat run on Tuesday 1 June. The third series began on 10 September, in the same Friday evening slot it had occupied since the beginning, and usually merited a mention in my diary. On Friday 1 October, I missed most of the episode (I Talk to the Trees) on account of a thunderstorm – our mum always insisted on turning off the television during a storm. Even today, when I’ve seen all four series many times over, this episode still feels slightly unfamiliar, especially the scenes where Noel Howlett (a veteran of Esmonde and Larbey’s Please Sir!) appears as an old gardener who converses with his plants.

When the series returned on 10 April 1977, there was no suggestion that it was to be the last. I mentioned it in my diary most weeks, and only passed comment on the final episode, Anniversary, which I speculated may be the last ever. I was almost right: barring the Christmas special, shown on Boxing Day, and 1978’s one-off ‘Royal Command’ episode, this was indeed the end of the line for the Goods.

Anniversary always bothered me. Esmonde and Larbey were taking a huge risk having such a downbeat ending, but the cast brought it off superbly, despite the odd nervous titter from the audience when the Goods’ trashed living room was revealed. For me, the designers went a shade too far with the destruction – the nazi graffiti was unnecessary – but I suppose the point had to be made, and a few ripped cushions wouldn’t have been enough on the small screen. Interviewed for a retrospective in 2011, Penelope Keith spoke of her sadness at seeing the familiar set that had remained unchanged over four series defiled, and I’m sure many viewers felt the same. Of course, it was all put right for the Christmas episode, but clearly this had been filmed before the destructive finale of Anniversary.

Wikipedia’s entry on the series, citing no sources, claims that the Christmas special was originally intended for the Royal Command production, but that the Queen’s schedule made it impossible to attend. This seems highly unlikely. The living loom set had been trashed beyond salvation at the end of Anniversary but still has its original, untouched appearance in the Christmas special. The actual command performance episode, When I’m 65, was written to order (which disproves the Christmas episode theory), and didn’t make use of the Goods’ living room, so it seems reasonable to conclude that the set was never restored after Anniversary. Which seems a shame…

In fact, the Royal Command edition was almost the first of a continuing series of one-off Good Life episodes: interviewed for the Radio Times in 1978, producer John Howard Davies spoke of his hope to do more ‘just occasionally, because we all like working together so much.’ It’s a shame that nothing came of this ambition...

All four series were repeated through 1978, but after this, there would be no complete repeat runs for some time. Random episodes were shown between 1980 and 82, billed as ‘Comedy Classics’. Other sitcoms were given similar treatment in this era – Dad’s Army, Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads and others were reduced to the status of random schedule fillers. Finally, a full repeat run got going on Sunday 2 January 1983, in the unusual slot of 17.25 – more often occupied by classic serials – but the series ended an episode short on Sunday 6 February.

The missing final episode from series one turned up at last on Friday 22 April in the more grown-up slot of 19.00, leading into a complete run of series two. After a two-week break at the end of June, the series was once again reduced to a ‘comedy classic’ filler, with two episodes from the third series. This haphazard repeat run never reached series four, apart from a Boxing Day afternoon outing for Silly But It’s Fun: the series started again from scratch on Wednesday 5 September 1984, and it was back in a children’s hour slot (17.25). Granted, it was by now nine years old, but surely still deserving of a place in primetime? This repeat run again failed to reach series four, ending just three episodes into the third series. By now, we’ve reached January 1985 and the series is fast approaching its ten-year anniversary (which was to pass unnoticed). Series four, by now the least repeated of all, finally began a repeat run on Friday 25 May, in the same teatime slot of 17.30. Notably, the last episode, Anniversary, was omitted. 

By this time, I was renting a VHS recorder and committing episodes to tape whenever I could, but compiling complete runs proved difficult on account of the BBC’s scattergun approach to scheduling. For the record, the first episode I ever managed to get down on tape was the Christmas episode, Silly, But It’s Fun, when it rolled up on New Year’s Day 1981. 

By the mid 80s, there was a new Richard Briers sitcom occupying a prime Sunday evening slot – Ever Decreasing Circles had begun in January 1984, so it’s perhaps understandable that the BBC didn’t want his earlier show given too much prominence in the schedules. Between 1986 and 1987, only a single episode of The Good Life made it to air, and it wasn’t seen again until 18 September 1988, now relegated to the kind of late-night slot where one might expect to find Sgt. Bilko. Series one was dashed off in a mere ten days, with episodes appearing on various nights of the week, in the same late night slot. The bizarre scheduling was for a reason – the late night episodes were there to lead viewers into live coverage of the 1988 Olympics in Seoul. 

Normal service was resumed on Tuesday 3 January 1989, and – hooray! – Tim and Fatima were finally back where they belonged, at 8pm. This run of repeats took in all of the second and third series, but viewers would have to wait over a year for series four, which finally turned up on Tuesday 20 November 1990, still in its primetime 20.00 slot. Once again, the repeat run ended without sight of the downbeat Anniversary which was fast becoming the series’ holy grail. In fact, the episode went unaired on the BBC for a staggering 21 years, between December 1978 and November 1999, which must be some kind of record for such a popular TV sitcom.

In the 1970s, before the era of home recording, it wasn’t unusual to see popular sitcoms appearing as paperback novelisations, and The Good Life was no exception. What was unusual was the publisher – Penguin books were not normally associated with television spin-offs, and the two Good Life paperbacks were their first such endeavours since the Quatermass script books of the 1950s. Adapted from the first series, The Good Life appeared in 1976, with More of the Good Life following in 1977 with a selection of stories from series two and three, the adaptations this time credited to Christine Sparks.

Today, it’s not hard to find The Good Life on air – it’s been a staple of various freeview channels for decades, and BBC’s iPlayer has made the entire series available to view: a far cry from the corporation’s formerly haphazard approach to repeats. The series itself has long since been acknowledged as a classic of the genre, but for a time it was derided in some quarters for its middle class attitudes. The Young Ones famously had a go at it: but where The Young Ones has aged very badly and now looks like a post-punk artefact of the early 80s, The Good Life, for all its 70s suburban mannerisms, is as funny today – if not funnier – than when we first encountered it half a century ago.

What makes the series so enduring? To me, it’s like two sitcoms for the price of one: either of the two couples, Tom and Barbara, Margo and Jerry could easily have carried a series on their own. The genius of Esmonde and Larbey was in juxtaposing their disparate attitudes and lifestyles. They did it again, and with equal success, in Briers’ 1980s vehicle, Ever Decreasing Circles, which saw his neurotic little Englander rubbing up against a suave, effortlessly successful next door neighbour.

How long will the series endure? Its environmental credentials make it, if anything, more relevant today than it was back in 1975, and as society polarises increasingly towards a wealthy elite lording it over the poverty-stricken masses, there will be even more cause to sympathise with Tom and Barbara as they struggle to make ends meet. It is also, increasingly, beginning to look like an historic document of ‘how we used to live in the 1970s’ – Tom and Barbara’s dowdy living room, with its random mix of furnishings, was typical of many I remember, as indeed was the Leadbetters’, with its reproduction antiques and draylon sofas. But above all, there will still be cause to watch the series as long as there are people left who have a sense of humour and the ability to laugh at themselves…

The two Penguin paperbacks: the strapline 'now a BBC TV comedy series' suggests it had started life as a novel, which we can perhaps put down to wishful thinking on Penguin's part. Note how Margo gets in on the act on the second volume...

April Fool!

Spaghetti harvests, lunar conspiracies and dinosaurs...

I always used to make a point of tuning into the BBC’s Nationwide every year on the first of April. You could guarantee that, amongst the serious news stories, there would be one spurious item intended as an April fool’s joke. As I well knew, the joke was on the BBC for pulling an April fool stunt after midday – according to the age old tradition, April fool was a decidedly pre-prandial activity and if you played a trick on anyone after noon, you became the fool yourself.

The origins of the April fool tradition are unknown – some scholars believe there is a 14^th century reference in Chaucer, but this is debated. Television adopted the tradition relatively early, with the first recorded instance occurring in 1957, perpetrated by no less an authority than Panorama. The ‘Spaghetti Harvest’ film, purporting to show the pasta dish growing on trees, became famous, notorious even. The item, featuring deadpan narration by the corporation’s voice of authority Richard Dimbleby, convinced many viewers, who were unused to being hoodwinked by broadcasters. I wasn’t even born at the time, but I remember seeing the clip when it was exhumed years later during a BBC retrospective.

By the 1970s, the task of dreaming up such televisual tricks had been passed on to Nationwide, whose content usually found room for a whimsical or quirky news report. A collection of examples can be found here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/articles/c4nnnwr9rr9o. I certainly remember seeing the ‘Jurassic Park’ spoof when it went out in 1980 (ten years before Michael Crichton’s novel), which is typical in that it builds from what at first appears to be a serious feature, with the gag only being revealed towards the end. I mentioned the spoof in my diary, together with one from the Daily Express about busby hats that grew themselves.

A couple more from my diary for 1982 were a ‘drop-head beer’ with the froth at the bottom, seen on the BBC’s Midlands Today, and a Concorde simulator featured on Russell Harty’s chat show… or was it? The Concorde simulator was in fact a reality, built in 1974 at a cost of £3m to train British Airways crew. This illustrates the danger of televised April Fool gags – once you’ve seen one, you can’t take anything else seriously for the rest of the evening.

In 1977, ITV planned an elaborate and expensive April fool in the form of a documentary, Alternative 3. This conspiracy theory scenario described how plans were under way to make the surfaces of the moon and Mars habitable as a last resort in the event of a global environmental catastrophe. Unlike the lighthearted items that the BBC went in for, this was heavier stuff, much more the kind of thing that is perpetrated today by 'real life' conspiracy theorists. The joke backfired when the producers, Anglia Television, were unable to secure a slot on the desired date. The programme eventually went out on the decidedly unfunny 20th of June, leaving some viewers baffled and others angry – much like the reaction to Panorama’s spaghetti film of twenty years earlier. Alternative 3 was never repeated, and the DVD (issued to mark the film’s 30th anniversary) was sourced from the only surviving 16mm print.

Pulling April fool pranks may have been a Nationwide tradition, but the programme only went out five nights a week, and on years when April 1 fell on a Saturday or Sunday, it was harder to know who, if anyone, was being less than serious. When April 1 fell on a Sunday, as it did in 1978 and 1984, the role of corporation court jesters fell to the That's Life team, as can be seen from the BBC’s compilation (above). I remember both of these items, although I’m not sure if I spotted the fact that ‘Lirpa Loof’ was in fact April Fool spelled backwards until Esther pointed it out at the end of the clip. Anagrams often featured in these media pranks. One Nationwide gag involved something called the ‘prialofol’ grub, the exact nature of which eludes me (‘prialofol’ is, unsurprisingly, a Googlewhack, returning no results whatsoever – so perhaps nobody else remembers it).

Comics often featured April fool stories, but rather than make fools of their young readers, they would have the characters playing pranks on each other as can be seen on this Dandy cover from 1965.

Today, you’re unlikely to find any kind of spoofery amongst the BBC’s news and current affairs output. The corporation has recently blown a chunk of your licence fee on an incredibly self-righteous promotional film extolling the squeaky clean virtues of BBC news gathering and its factual reliability (narrated by the equally squeaky clean Clive Myrie), and BBC news regularly runs a ‘fact check’ on items of contentious content. In the light of all this, they’re hardly likely to be indulging in the kind of wool-over-the-eyes schoolboy japery that we used to find on Nationwide and elsewhere. In an era when media outlets are rife with fake news and delusional ideas, April fool silliness is more likely to be found in the social media feeds of prominent brands. Sometimes, a double bluff is played, by announcing an unlikely but real product or event on April 1.

As for myself, I am this year involved in a minor April fool endeavour, which went live this morning: the XTC podcast ‘What Do You Call That Noise’ this month looks back to the band’s own April Fool jape, a cod psychedelic album released under the pseudonym The Dukes of Stratosphear. In celebration of the album’s 40th anniversary, the podcasters have concocted a surreal show in a Chris Morris vein, featuring ‘fake’ music from a variety of contributors, two of whom are me.

It can be found here: 

https://www.xtclimelight.com/2025/04/01/the-dukes-of-stratosphear-xtc-40th-anniversary/?v=7885444af42e

No kidding!

Alternative 3 - ITV's April Fool that missed the date.