The HouRR

theHouRR

I don’t watch many things on television – but when I do my imagination takes off and creates it’s own versions of what’s happening…
You have until this evening to tell me who I thought played each character in my The HouRR all are people who post on RR or the ‘spill.. be nice now… explain why if you can.

Vast amounts of Christmas ‘spill pints for the funniest.

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43 thoughts on “The HouRR

    • ha ha – if you’ve ever watched The Hour – In my head I pretend that each character is acted by someone who posts on RR or the ‘spill –

      Hector is a womanising hard drinking cad about town – obviously bishbosh plays him in my head – who else could it be? who would you choose?

      Marnie, put apon but then takes control of her life, ends up doing things her own way, and with her own TV cooking show – that’s obviously played by ……

      etc etc it raining – I was bored… no-one else has probably seen it!

  1. Sounds like it would be a great idea – I seem to recall we did an RR Star Wars once – if only more than two of us had actually seen the thing and could join in…

      • Not necessarily, but either you (and the one or two others) have to play, giving short character sketches and explanations so that the rest of us can then furiously disagree, or you’re going to have to give longer character sketches.

        In the old days, you’re right, there would have been just the one TV channel and we’d all have seen the same show…

        How about something older, and hence more likely to be held in common? The Spill Christmas Carol, anyone?

    • Well I’ve just posted “Merry Christmas and God Bless us every one” over on RR and I’m quite fond of Tiny Tim.
      Mind you I like humbugs too.
      Maybe I should go for “The ghost of Pistmas Crescent” ?

  2. Firstly, Mr Whatever-your-surname-actually-is, may I register my objection to your over-familiarity with these people: Mister Madden, Mister Lyon, Miss Rowley, etc, are their names.
    Secondly, may I express my bemusement that you could imagine persons of this modern age filling the well-fashioned shoes and tailored suits of that golden age of courtesy, respect, fierce intelligence, repression and smoking.
    Thirdly, I fail to see how anyone these days could engage in such perfect dialogue concerning prostitution, pornography, blackmail and TV chefs without resorting to the language of the gutter. Mr Brown, in particular, is a fine example of someone who would never let an oath slip from his lips, no matter how omnipresent a shambles with which he was faced.
    Finally, it is plain to me that the era of political and police corruption, racism, sexism and homophobia portrayed in The Hour is now so far behind us that no modern person could possibly have the same level of cynicism as those working at the ever-pure BBC of the time.

    Yours
    M. Chessington-Smythe Esq.
    Tunbridge Wells

      • Thank you for your kind offer, sir, but I fear I must decline. Lady Elms has a certain reputation for not always playing fairly and I should not wish to participate in an arrangement which may result in social embarrassment.

    • Dear Mr. Chris,
      Your letter to The HouRR arrived yesterday and I read it while savouring the smell of frying bacon, I’m not entirely sure if it was smoked as I devoured 14 cigarettes during the course of cooking said breakfast.
      You do have a reasonable argument, re; over familiarity. But after the shocking scenes that I was privy to last evening involving Mister Madden, Mister Lyon, Miss Rowley, etcetera I would be very surprised if they are as bemused as you are, Sir. Your good self and your acquaintances that poured into our office looked an unpromising lot too, including your immediate companions. Furthermore, you certainly did look as though you were enjoying it – when I left you were peering like a gargoyle at some photograph or other and looking as though you defied anyone to speak to you. However, if your account of the evening was anything like true, I’m very intrigued.
      I’ve had the enclosed photograph since 6a.m, but I haven’t had much opportunity for writing until now. Unfortunately, the majority of those we took at the office were at too great a range to be any good – the players look minute and their features are barely distinguishable. What do you think of the close-up of you? It’s a good photograph in one sense, but I must say you look rather severe and I’m glad I’m not within striking range at this moment. You may be slightly mollified to hear that you are really a lot better looking than that, to quote an observer you don’t know!
      I’m due to go out with Mr. McCain again this evening, the occasion being a celebration of Christmas. I am not looking forward to the evening, since one member of the party I consider to be a crashing bore and snob. Do you think I’ll be able to suffer a whole evening in silence? I can’t very well back out, since I would hate to offend Angus on this occasion as we may have a deeper use for him, and presently, judging from this photograph, your good self.
      I think that is all for the moment, so I’ll totter off to the post box.

      Cheerio.
      Mr. Shane.

      • Mr Shane
        Gratified as I was to receive your fulsome reply – and particularly to be invited to share the memory of a nicotine-flavoured breakfast (a pleasure I am now denied by my infernal quack) – I sense another purpose to your letter.
        I am certain that the photograph you mention contains no hint of impropriety, yet I would be pleased to acquire it, all other extant prints and the negative for my personal archive. To that end, I would be grateful to make your acquaintance at my club, Spillington’s, later this evening at, say, 10.30pm (a time at which it is permitted to make one’s excuses from an occasion such as you describe, I believe).
        I need not add, I am sure, that this invitation does not extend to the staff of The Hour, although I would make an exception for Miss Rowley’s posterior.
        ttfn
        Yours, etc

      • Mr. Shane will drink himself into a suitably sloshed state for social intercourse at Spillington’s; 10.30pm sharp.
        Miss Rowley informs us she will be pleased to bring up the rear.

        Love Sissy.
        (Mr. Shane can no longer see straight)

    • Mercenary me smells an opportunity for a million seller fan ficton takeoff via Amazon.

      It has to be badly written though, and have a lot of cringeworthy bad sex scenes. And shit dialogue too.

    • first series was a bit fluffy – 2nd series I really liked – but I am no judge of TV at all – I could watch it 24hrs a day – I like the bright colours and my head makes up it’s own stories – so I DON’T watch it because I would get drawn in to crap and then start shouting at it.
      I have so little time that I prefer to listen to music and designing. The house down the lane has one of those big screen TV’s and I can watch theirs out of my window anyway.

      My Ms. only demands my attention once a week** (this is why she still loves me 10 years down the line) and the Hour was the program she chose for us to stop and chill out to, this time.

      Rockin Mitch was pointing out the wrong released dates of some tunes used too – that made it fun for me.

      **there are exceptions to this.

  3. Haven’t seen it – happy to guess but apologies if I insult anyone -

    Hector – Pairubu
    Marnie – Steenbeck
    Freddie – Wyngate
    Lix – Mnemonic
    Bel – Severin
    McCain – Bish
    Randall – Blimpy
    Kiki – me, obvs (striking resemblance)

  4. I generally squint at The Hour over the laptop, so these are the only characters I am any way familiar with!

    Hector – Shoegazer
    Freddie – AngryIrishPunk
    Bel – littleriver
    Randall Brown – Magicman

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