Sunday, 3 April 2011
Alfred and Henry: Great British Pluck
Well, it's been an emotional week here at Bird Towers and that's a fact. First it was the last ever episode of The Tudors and as if this wasn't enough, Alfred The Wonder Dog had a special day out at the vets to have his wahoohahs removed.
I don't know which will be missed more. (Speak for yourself mate. Mr A Dog).
Did someone say something? Anyway, happily, I can reassure Alfred's legions of fans (now peaking at 2) that he is doing very well and you wouldn't really know what has happened. (Excuse me, I'd like to lodge a complaint. Mr A V.Cross Dog)
The only difference to the outside world is his new habit of looking doubly tragic when I stop to chat with people I know in the village. Men in particular have taken to ruffling his head like you did to poor children in the olden days, and then going all gruff and emotional at him. Plus, I'm relatively sure I'm now known as Cruella de Ville which wasn't the plan at all.
Anyway, Alfred has been a smashing brave tiger and is going to be fine...even if I have lost all my friends.
And still on the subject of stiff upper lip, back in the real world of Telly, I have to say Henry VIII's last episode was a total damp squib. Apart from Jonathan Rhys's Peanut Butter Cups' hilarious decision to combine the speaking voices of Winston Churchill and Phil out of Eastenders via Dublin, there was nearly nothing much to roar at, at all. I only perked up when the great master Holbein revealed his famous full length portrait of the king. They'd bravely tried to make it look like Our Jonathan but the result was one of those pictures everyone has to go boss eyed at until somebody pretends they can make out a dolphin.
Mind you, this maverickly bonkers series hasn't entirely let us down. Apparently there's a The Tudors iPhone Game.
I know! What?! Is this what one of our most celebrated monarchs and the founder of the Church of England has become?
Exactly: Angry Birds in Tights.
Alfred my friend, on balance I think your week hasn't been that bad at all.