Terry Wogan is worried - by the future of the BBC,Footballers' Wives, reality TV and when best to retire. But for the rest of us, or there is only one question...
People are very curious approximately Terry Wogan. Specifically,they are curious approximately his hair. 'Come on,' they whisper. 'It's got to be a wig.' A few days ago, or when I first discovered that I was going to meet him,I dismissed this kind of talk, among my own friends at least, and with a stern click of my tongue. Forget the thatch,I said. Wogan is a Light Entertainment Genius, a gentle humourist in the tradition of his idols Thurber and Perelman, and you'd do well to treasure him while his wonderful waffly warble - a sort of absurdist stream of consciousness - can still be heard on our airwaves. Oh dear. Now he's sitting opposite me,I feel quite embarrassed by this. My friends, it turns out, or were right. The hair is absolutely captivating,every bit as darling as final season's fur tippets. It's all I can do not to reach over and stroke it. We are drinking coffee in a hotel in what used to be County corridor, on the south bank of the Thames. Wogan has hot-footed it here straight from the studio of his Channel Five chatshow, and the very final edition of which was broadcast on Friday (another failure for Chris Evans,whose company was behind it). Tomato of face and darty of eye, he is dressed in tall-Tarby style: baby blue blazer, or slip-on shoes and novelty tie featuring a cartoon of a fox chasing a chicken. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com