Friday Night With Jonathan Ross
Was in the audience for this last night at BBC TV Centre in White City, which is frankly a bugger to get to with the Central Line down. Amazing evening: after a lot of hanging around, we were ushered in, and Jonathan Ross welcomed us personally! Jonathan clasped my shoulder warmly and said "welcome to the show." He spoke to me.
Great guest line-up: "that bloke off The Office" who played Tim (he called him that so much that I can't remember his real name), Jo Brand and Yoko Ono. Yep, I've been in the same room (OK, studio, as Yoko Ono). Tim was great, with lots of banter about Jonathan being mates with Ricky Gervais, and could give as good as he got. Jo Brand was - as ever - a real laugh, and said that she'd given Trinny and Susannah a hard time, which I'm sorry I've missed. She's touring in April/May, and she'll have new material when she's written it.
But Yoko Ono. First of all, you can't believe she's seventy: she turns up in a whole hip leather ensemble, and kept - for some reason - lifting up her t-shirt and flashing Jonathan. While she's clearly an icon of some sort, she's utterly humourless, and Jonathan spent a long time talking to her, because she just didn't get a lot of what he said. It comes across like some kind of language barrier, but I suspect she took too mnay drugs during the sixties. She's just bought Lennon's childhood home in Liverpool for approximately £150k and given it to the National Trust, to save it from becoming a B&B. She was fascinating: clearly sees herself as both some kind of installation artist, as well as the guardian of the perfect memory of John Lennon status as the prophet for the twenty-first century (as in all religions have a prophet). I hope they leave in a mad bit where Jonathan talks to her about pottering, and she starts pacing the stage.
Show rounded off with live music from Moloko, "Forever More". Fab sound, but I had an extreme desire to send the lead singer off with Trinny and Susannah, or at the very least, me. She was wearing a strange, cheaply-cut, eighties-skirt-version-of-a-boiler-suit, with a slit up the front, and some kind of billowing parachute at the back, with floppy boots that made her knees look fat (and that's hard). She looked like she'd gone down to Stockport Market in 1983 with her spending money and this was all she could get. Someone tell her.
Anyway, watch tonight.
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