Do Not Adjust Your Set

When I visited Chris and Kim early in the New Year we started talking about associating old teatime shows from our childhoods with the food we ate while watching them. (Shades of Proust's madeleine.) I can remember very, very little about Do Not Adjust Your Set, the ground breaking show with pre-Pythons Eric Idle, Michael Palin and Terry Jones, plus David Jason, Denise Coffey, and the Bonzo Dog Doo Band, but I vividly remember tucking into a steak and kidney pie - with a filling that seemd to have been heated to the temperature of erupting lava - as I sat in front of the TV one day when it was on.

I genuinely love the Bonzos and especially Viv Stanshall. It is amazing to me that I have never paid tribute to the Ginger Geezer here. He wrote what could be the blog's motto - the very warp and weave of A Welsh Born Icon - My Pink Half of the Drainpipe:

........ the incredibly fascinating story of your life and every day to day event in all it's minute and tedious attention to detail... And was it a Thursday or a Wednesday? Or, oh, no, it wasn't though. Oh, who cares anyway because I do not so Norman, if you're normal, I intend to be a freak for the rest of my life, and I shall baffle you with cabbages and rhinoceroses in the kitchen, incessant quotations from "Now We Are Six" through the mouthpiece of Lord Snooty's giant poisoned electric head.
So theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrre!