According to the BBC website, it is 20 years to the day since Chuckle Vision first aired on our screens. Strange, seeing as the Chuckle Brothers were my intended blog subject this week anyway; memories of their antics had been jogged earlier in the week, when I went to the Charter Theatre. Not because of any comical mishaps, misdemeanours, slips or falls in the show ('Half a Sixpence', don't you know), but because my previous visit to the Charter (you can drop the theatre if you've been more than once) was to see those chucklesome brothers.
Whether deliberately or not, I had completely forgotten about the experience, but now the memories came flooding back. Paul, moustache glistening in the spotlight, climbing up a precarious looking ladder with a tin of paint, Barry apparently unaware of an imminent dousing, crawling around on hands and knees beneath him. Needless to say, shrieks of laughter ensued. The Brothers Chuckle also threw in a bit of comedy gold for the elders in the audience; prodding a cucumber back and forth through a hole in a piece of wood (this seemed to amuse them no end, although Grandmother wasn't best pleased).
It was pleasant to be reminded of the Chuckle Brothers; they had, after all, been a favourite of my youth; up there alongside Sooty & Co (later Sooty & Friends) and Thomas the Tank Engine. Tempting here to put an unnecessarily emotional sentence ("Twenty years on, here's to..." and "Who would have thought, thirteen years later..." spring to mind) but that's unneccessary; they're still going strong, and besides, any claim to ownership I may have had over them has drifted to the next generation now. So I shall simply keep my personal memories of Barry and Paul, and look forward to seeing them in action in Aladdin, this Christmas. My money is on Barry for the monkey.
Whether deliberately or not, I had completely forgotten about the experience, but now the memories came flooding back. Paul, moustache glistening in the spotlight, climbing up a precarious looking ladder with a tin of paint, Barry apparently unaware of an imminent dousing, crawling around on hands and knees beneath him. Needless to say, shrieks of laughter ensued. The Brothers Chuckle also threw in a bit of comedy gold for the elders in the audience; prodding a cucumber back and forth through a hole in a piece of wood (this seemed to amuse them no end, although Grandmother wasn't best pleased).
It was pleasant to be reminded of the Chuckle Brothers; they had, after all, been a favourite of my youth; up there alongside Sooty & Co (later Sooty & Friends) and Thomas the Tank Engine. Tempting here to put an unnecessarily emotional sentence ("Twenty years on, here's to..." and "Who would have thought, thirteen years later..." spring to mind) but that's unneccessary; they're still going strong, and besides, any claim to ownership I may have had over them has drifted to the next generation now. So I shall simply keep my personal memories of Barry and Paul, and look forward to seeing them in action in Aladdin, this Christmas. My money is on Barry for the monkey.
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