So here are the Greville Tomb's blog 4 moments of 2011!
Weirdest moment of 2011
There was also the Haribo advert which was so weird that Charlie Sheen could have written it when doing the drug, Charlie Sheen.
Also this blog is lucky to be getting written at all when 2011 was to end early as the Rapture was due 21st May. Harold Camping was taken very seriously by many (I believe the term is) mid-Americans when he declared this to be the date gleaned from his mathematical study of the Bible. They sold their houses and belongings and gave away their savings. They stood in fields, arms aloft to the blue sky waiting to be taken by God. A short while later they potentially lowered their arms and looked about feeling rather sheepish. Harold Camping was taken less seroiusly when he announced on 22nd May the Rapture was next due on 21st October 2011. Camping's math was not holy, just full of holes.
But it was a relative late runner that wins the award this year. Children's entertainers and married couple, The Krankies, revealed in December they lived a debauched lifestyle in their 1980's pomp. A lifestyle that, considering their fanbase, thankfully didn't involve drugs. Just swinging sexual exploits with other vaudeville acts. I know what you are thinking - but Greville, in the 80's Jimmy Krankie would have just been a very young bo-. Let me stop you there.
The Krankies, on stage, were a cheeky, young schoolboy and his father (constantly trying to keep him in check) double act. Off stage, mercifully dropping their personas, they were a middle-aged husband and wife who have now admitted to partaking in a very active 'ding-dong' [the small ones phrase, not mine] social scene with magicians, animal trainers and dancers.
I still remember when my own childhood died a little when my parents tried to explain to me Wee Jimmy Krankie was a older woman married to her Dad - and now this?
Ian [the tall one] we learned would often have glitter from a dancer on his body and Wee Jimmy would return from a liason "smelling of Leopard". Wee Jimmy explained their rabid attitude to sex in this rather touching vignette of martial romance: "We went out for Sunday lunch one day [on a boat] and we thought we’d get a bit romantic. We nearly ended up in France. Ian said he couldn’t make it last that long now."
[Read more, if you dare]
Even so, I think it gets more wrong when I reveal that Wee Jimmy is releasing a CD titled: Dirty Wee Boy. Early contender for next years award?
The sports personality of 2011
Sport this year has been well served with the Rugby Union World Cup and so on. I think cricket was also involved, maybe.
It was football though that had the monopoly on talking points. Racism and sexism were the bywords for a game that arguably is more a poor reflection if it is still claimed to be for the masses.
There was Richard Keys and Grey who reduced Super Saturday Soccer on Sky into a scene from a feature length On The Busses episode. There was racism even from the people trying to stamp out racism: the danger of asking a footballer from the 70's and 80's turned dour pundit to discuss the issue that he would become so self aware of his words that he would offend by simply trying not to offend was enevitable. Sepp Blatter, of course, the rudder on the good ship Soccer has form already in the sexism department - suggesting tighter shorts for women footballers - but truely upped the ante in a bravado performance this year suggesting that footballers subjected to what they percieve is racist abuse by fellow players should realise that it is just words and shake hands with the perpretators after the match to make everyone feel better.
However, the award this year goes to Columbian Footballer, Luis Moreno. Luis showed the world how to combat mind games of opponent teams such as the New Zealand Haka and clever stadium announcers. He chose to kick his opponent's team mascot and real live owl to death during the game. That sends out some message to your opponents. Kicking their animal mascot to death.
He may have been accused of "murder" by a stadium full of people who likely wanted to kick him to death and he recieved a football ban for doing it, but Hoopy the Huddle Hound might think twice about a gentle taunting of Luis' team when he returns.
TV moment of 2011
TV in 2011 was rather good. There was many sensible and worthy things on the box. There was the Frozen Planet, The Killing II, Masterchef. I watched none of these. There was some cracking comedies too. I thought that Perfect Couples (C4) was great (although, since it was cancelled after 1 series, I may well have been then only person) and the comedic-drama, Fresh Meat (C4) was brilliant.
Fresh Meat - despite it's clear message if it were in a butcher's market - had a difficult time in promoting itself. From the makers of Peep Show! Starring one of the Inbetweeners! It was not really what either of those facts threw up when it aird. It was touching, progessional and at times hilarious. It helped, too, that the cutest thing to come out Wales since... er... slate, Kimberley Nixon was in it too. Mainly though it was the strength of the ensamble cast to make you interested in them that was the winning element.
There was also event TV in the shape of The Royal Wedding. I did watch that. Even blogged about it. The Royal Wedding of course launched the Bum of Pippa so we should all be grateful for that alone.
Daybreak continued to exist like how stalagmites exist. You know they are there, where no one is looking, doing things. In the later half of the year that Hoggle Chiles and The Great Big Bleakley were sacked by mutual aggreement. It has now, on brief inspection, returned to more like GMTV than when it was GMTV.
The Scheme came back to our screens for the final 2 episodes this year too. In 2010 it was compulsive and tremendous viewing. It was an experience. Whether a year blunted the senses (we also had Big Fat Gypsy Weddings for our senses to contend with) or, what I suspect, a vigerous re-edit of the footage that had softened the edges, it was not the same. There was less of the dark humour and more depressing tales of failed hope - less Marvin and more Garden competition.
So to my TV moment of 2011. It has to go to the Matthew Wright. A man so crass and unaware that he has surely been created by Chris Morris. He made a joke about a murdered boy in a Scottish Isle. Laughing at his own wit of announcing: "Thurrs bin ah Murrdr" at the news of the deth covered in the paper review. But for me, this is my TV moment of 2011, words can do no justice so here it is in a picture:
What a reprehensible gimp. Oh, it turns out that words can do this some justice after all.
Most significant moment of 2011
I can point to so many defining moments of the year. The weather went off it's nut (possibly on the drug Charlie Sheen), and the natural Earth wreaked a horrible toll on life. The world ecomony, the only thing fully created by modern humanity, has also had more downs than ups. It was not a good year for dictators either [The blog's Saddam Award belately going to Gaddafi].
There were so many significant events for everyone once again this year that I would be uncomfortable, humble though this blog is, to consider one above any other. So here is a personal one. For the second year for me, here, there is the continued use and updating of this site that is most significant in the Greville Tombs' Blog awards. Not least because it proves that I am still alive.
The blog has more followers this year (which I am eternally grateful for) and has found a new trick or two up sleeve to keep everyone entertained, thanks to improvements with Blogger and my own understanding of certain clicky boxes. There is the mobile friendly version and a feed to my Twitter account. I can also now add captions to the pictures I upload in order to more fully illustrate points.
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All in all I think the blog has slowly but steadily improved over the last 12 months. And I have continued to enjoy the blogging process because of all these things. So once again, many thanks, I hope you enjoyed any time this year spent on this blog and all the very best as we go as one into the future of Twenty-Twelve!
