Not long after my son was born, one of the national newspapers spent a couple of weeks giving away DVDs of the television shows that I used to watch as a child. None of the good ones, of course, no Bagpuss or Trumpton, but some of the decent second division stuff, including things such as Chorlton & the Wheelies and Willo the Wisp, which have the dual benefit of not only entertaining me but baffling the hell out of my wife.
Among the selection was a whole series of The Sooty Show which, to my surprise, my son really took to and would actually sit and watch all of the way through. For those of you who have not yet discovered it, it features the adventures of three glove puppets named Sooty (a bear), Sweep (a very squeaky dog) and Soo (a panda) as they try to outwit Matthew Corbett whilst having his hand rammed up their fundaments. It is, in effect, a combination of children’s entertainment, comedy, and fisting.
As a child, I was a reasonably large Sooty fan. It wasn’t a show which I would make a point of seeing whenever it was on – unlike Blue Peter, Wacky Races and Hong Kong Phooey – but I certainly enjoyed it and often it would leave me laughing uncontrollably.
Now, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that this is a fairly tame ramble through childhood television, nothing you couldn’t get in a million other places. You are also wondering how I am going to link all of this to a song. Well, just before the aforementioned son was born, Caro and I, along with our friend Paul, were watching a band at the Reading Festival when they played this song:
If that doesn’t sound like Sweep having an orgasm, I don’t know what does!