Thursday, 26 September 2019

Episode 40 now available

Episode 40 now available

Episode 40 of the 'Round The Archives podcast' (production code RTA040) sees us taking 'A Trip To 1979' with the help of Martin, Warren, Nick, Jo and Paul.

We return to school to look at the start of Season Two of 'Grange Hill' then tell the story behind the ITV Strike.

'Dick Turpin' provides us with adventure in the 18th century when he meets 'Swiftnick', then Tom Baker's Doctor faces a rematch with Davros in 'Destiny Of The Daleks'.
Sunday evenings showcase 'The Legend Of King Arthur' and Eddie 'Shoestring' becomes a 'Private Ear' for Radio West.

'Doctor Who' achieves record viewing figures when it visits the 'City Of Death' and we round off with a trip to Scatterbrook Farm where 'Worzel Gummidge' is attempting to make 'A Home Fit For Scarecrows'...

Episode 40 of 'Round The Archives' is brought to you by Lisa Parker, Andrew Trowbridge, Martin Holmes, Warren Cummings, Nick Goodman, Jo Bunsell and Paul Chandler and can be heard on Soundcloud here.


(Written by Andrew Trowbridge)
(Cover art by Martin Holmes)

PS : As a bonus, here's a 'Five Doctors'-style cover done by Martin that features some of the voices you can hear in our 1979 special...

Goodness me! Great balls of fire! No, not the Mind Probe!

And so forth...

Friday, 13 September 2019

'The Shy Life Podcast' - Episode 281 : A-R-T With The R.T.A Gang!


'The Shy Life Podcast' - Episode 281 : A-R-T With The R.T.A Gang!

Episode 281 of 'The Shy Life Podcast' has just been released and sees a bit of an invasion from the 'Round The Archives' gang as Martin joins us to discuss cartoons, art and comics with Paul.

The 'RTA' comic strip is one of those things that we never planned, but has become an important part of our attempt to take over every aspect of the media.

Thinking about it, we've now ended up with a podcast in which we discuss the cartoon spin-off from our own podcast...

Which, in turn, makes this a blog post about a podcast about a cartoon about a podcast...

Which is not a claim that everyone can make, we suspect!

But join us as we have a natter about the Charlie Brown and Lucy of the 'RTA' Media Empire and hear about what happened at school when I was once told to draw a picture of a Famous Sportsman...

Episode 281 of 'The Shy Life Podcast' can be heard here.

(Written by Andrew Trowbridge)
(Cartoon by Martin Holmes)

Saturday, 7 September 2019

Escape To Danger - A Tribute To Terrance Dicks

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Escape to Danger

(A life of Adventure seen through the haze of pipe smoke and green-tinted spectacles whilst sporting a natty polo-neck jumper or three)

It was a well-lit control room.

Based in the wood-panelled drawing room of a stately home, a bewildering array of humming computer wheels whirred in tandem with the flickering multi-coloured console lights which never ceased in their transmission of essential data. Hunched over the main desk was a tall, broad shouldered ‘Sage’ of a man, wearing a beige polo neck and sports jacket with an old-young face. He was clearly concentrating on the developing storyline playing out on the laptop in front of him.

‘The Doctor had managed to get hold of this lump of mercury or whatever and was...’

The sound of a person clearing their throat cut through the air and the Sage turned to see where it had come from.

Behind him, his study door was ajar and a green half-light hung around the door frame. The green light wasn’t threatening but intriguing as if begging for further investigation. The Sage walked over to the green haze now enveloping the entire doorway. As he did so he was sure he could hear the sound of glasses clinking together and liquid pouring. The Sage stood in the doorway and peered into the green haze, the faint smell of ‘Golden Virginia’ hung in the air causing the Sage to involuntarily pat his sports jacket pocket.

That was strange. he thought.There was something solid in the pocket. He delved into the left-hand pocket and produced a dark wooden pipe.Studying it, the Sage smiled and suddenly before him flashed a life of adventure, friends, dedicated followers and laughter all surrounded by an outline of a green haze.

“Bloody hell Terrance. are you going to stand in the doorway all day or are you coming in? The damn script can wait. Anyway, it’s your round!”

The Sage walked into the green haze and all at once disappeared. He found himself stood at a bar counter with three other gentlemen, all dressed in garments of varying decades. One was in a yellow shirt and brown tie with matching brown trousers and tweed sports jacket. He was sat on a bar stool stroking his dark beard in a thoughtful way. “That’s not like you Terrance, last to the bar!” he exclaimed. The others laughed. The Sage replied, “I was never as rich as you BBC producer types Barry, old chum.”

“It seems years since we danced across the keyboard together my old friend,” said a tall lean middle-aged fellow with his back to the Sage.He turned to face him. He was slim-faced with thinning grey hair at the sides and a shining dome of a head. His eyebrows were dark but not foreboding in any way. In fact, his eyes were quite mischievous. “I can’t remember how your journey began old chum; it was such a long time ago.”

The Sage laughed, accepting a large scotch from the bearded man, pondered for a moment and waxed lyrical. 

“I popped into this world in 1935, such a lifetime ago. I grew up an Essex lad, just outside the London influence in East Ham, but now I fear it's all been swallowed up by that sprawling metropolis. I can remember loving to read; words seem to flow and the happy marriage of study and reading go together. as you know. I knew I wanted to write. so I studied hard at Downing College in Cambridge. I studied English and I was hooked on the romantic swish of the pen and the hearty adventure of a great narrative.”

“Crikey. he’s only had a sniff of the bar-maid’s apron and he’s firing up his Romantic Prose already!” The smooth enigmatic voice came from behind a thick cloud of pipe smoke hanging somewhere at the corner of the bar counter. “Can’t wait till he properly decorates the mahogany.” The group including the Sage all laughed heartily. 

“It’s alright for you lot. I had a hell of a time getting started.” The sage smiled wryly and winked at the others. Theirs was a fickle business and the beginning like the start of any adventure was hard going. Or as his pipe-smoking chum would say ‘A bloody life of hammer and tongs.’

“I did my bit for Queen and country, bloody National Service I mean.’ The group nodded, looking into their drinks as if wishing to expunge their military service from their own histories. “Then I was a copywriter for around 4 to 5 years, I think. I learnt my trade knocking out the odd laughter lines for BBC Comedies and like any hack banging away on storylines for the wireless. I love stories, they inhabit us all. I would see them unfold as I walked down the street. I'd listen to the people on the bus, in the pub and in the office. I wanted to create a world of words, never too complicated but always engaging. I just wanted to reach out and give the reader or listener that leg up onto the platform of appreciating the intensity of the written word.”

The dark-eyebrowed man came over and grabbed the Sage across the shoulders warmly, “You are my trusted friend of a bygone age Terrance. I saw you as the alchemist’s apprentice; I’m so glad the world came to know you as the rich talent that you are.”

The Sage had a tear in his eye as he nodded “If it wasn’t for your guidance and belief in me as a writer, I would never have had the balls to go solo. When you asked me to come in with you writing those 'Avengers' stories ‘The Mauritius Penny’ and ‘Intercrime’ I could never have believed the doors that opened for me. I can tell you it was a damn hard slog, all those nights and days of hammering away on my typewriter, fighting with the carbon paper and the bloody cheap ribbons that kept snapping.”


Again, they all laughed. “Don’t forget that the damn scripts went First Class in a taxi to the studios whilst we either went on Shanks’s pony or on the bloody bus.” chipped in the pipe-smoking man. 
“But in ‘68 it all changed, and to be honest scared the blooming daylights out of me. That fear of the unknown and the ability to hit the ground running appealed so much to me. Deadlines, rewrites and inventing on the hoof all fed the moment. 'Doctor Who' was the longest, hardest, most challenging and truly amazing time of my life. They made me a Script Editor! Me, a Script Editor! It was one of those ‘I’ve arrived moments’ tinged with 'this could all go so very wrong!'. Banging out story rewrites of green Martians terrorising Hampstead Heath and bloody 10-parters of time travelling Armageddon merchants” 

“That was my finest hour.” chipped in the dark-eyebrowed man, laughing.

“And mighty grateful I was too, my old chum.”

The scotch carried on flowing, but the barman never seemed to be around and neither did any other customers. The Sage chose to ignore this fact.

The bearded man rose from his stool and stood before the Sage. “You my friend, and I have never used the word ‘friend’ in such a truthful way. You were my rock in the early 1970’s, helping me to sail that 'Doctor Who' ship through foul weather and fine. You were the voice of reason, reminding me that flights of fantasy were entertaining but basing these flights in the here and down with developing science could be wholly terrifying. You helped to indulge me in my own writing and ecological beliefs.”

“Future thinking Barry! You were ahead of your time, if a little flowery; but definitely ahead of your time” laughed the Sage.

“Scare the little buggers to death, that’s the way. They love it; fear and action heroes! We all crave it.” The pipe smoking man chortled.

“I loved that show, it gave me such gravitas within the BBC, and such a launch pad to reach out and create a whole new level of engagement for the fans. They wanted me to write the books, you know, those Target novels/. I just wanted to write forever. I was so clear in how I wanted to set a house style; simple but engaging on every level. I wanted someone who had never seen the show to pick up a book and disappear into a realm of fantasy and green hairy monsters.”

Barry nodded and looked the Sage in the eye. “Terrance, you have touched generations of the fans who read your books. I was in awe, yes truly in awe at the outpouring of appreciation for your writing. I was always asked what is was like working with you and I would simply say ‘it was like working with a brother and your best friend’".

The Sage chuckled looking into the unmelting ice in his scotch. “They made me a producer of the Sunday Classics. Me, a typewriting hack that started off knocking off radio plays for the Home Service. I could have cried, the chance to extend my mission of the portrayal of the written word to the small screen. That was unbelievable.”

Barry smiled. “And the love of those adoring fans, worldwide.”

“I can’t understand it. They ask me about my books. They came up to me and would say, ‘Mr Dicks yours was the first real book I ever read’. For a writer to hear that,  it tells me that this wasn’t a life wasted.”

They all stand up and raise their glasses.

“To Terrance, a true bastion of the written word. Defender of the pro and immortalised for posterity within the dust covers of forever.”

The Sage clearly humbled by the outpouring, turns to the doorway still shrouded in an outline of a green haze. He moves slowly over to it, the three men turn to watch him.  The pipe-smoking gent slowly takes the pipe from the corner of his mouth. The Sage closes the door and turns to his friends, smiles and says “I have missed you all so dearly. I’m sure there’s time for another” as he waves his empty glass in the air. A great cheer goes up as the friends embrace the Sage.

Terrence Dicks has left an indelible mark upon the entire world. He taught my generation of kids to read and appreciate the written word. For some he even stoked the idea of becoming writers themselves. He was an amazing individual who has touched the hearts of many a small child reading about a crazy man with an old-young face travelling in a wheezing and groaning Police Telephone Box, fighting monsters that were sometimes bright Green.

Because as every child knows ‘Green is the colour for monsters!’

We love you Terrance, you will always be amazing!


TERRANCE DICKS – born on 14th April 1935, turned the final page on 29th August 2019

(Written by Warren Cummings)
('RTA' cover by Martin Holmes)

Sunday, 1 September 2019

Episode 39 now available

Episode 39 now available

Episode 39 of the 'Round The Archives' podcast (production code RTA039) is an in-depth look at 'The BBC At War' during which Martin presents a special three-part article examining the ground-breaking dramas 'Secret Army', 'Colditz' and 'Tenko'.

Warren joins us to look at 'Dad's Army : The Armoured Might Of Lance Corporal Jones' from 1969 and Paul investigates the 'Desperate Doings In The Graveyard' that opened the sixth season of 'Allo Allo' in September 1989.

With Martin Holmes, Lisa Parker, Andrew Trowbridge, Warren Cummings and Paul Chandler.

Episode 39 of 'Round The Archives' can be heard on Soundcloud here.


(Written by Andrew Trowbridge)
(Cover art by Martin Holmes)

Saturday, 24 August 2019

Podchaser

Podchaser

Just a quick note to let everyone know that 'Round The Archives' is now also available on the Podchaser platform here.

Other podcasts on there that we know and love include 'Looks Unfamiliar', 'World Enough And Time' and 'Don't Let's Chart'.

Hopefully more of our circle of friendly local podcasts will be added in due course, but in the meantime if anyone feels like leaving us a review, that would be absolutely fabulous!

See you all soon for Episode 39...

(Written by Andrew Trowbridge)

Tuesday, 13 August 2019

Podbible Issue 4

Podbible Issue 4

If you were in the vicinity of Brighton, London or Edinburgh last week, you might have come across the latest edition of 'Podbible' magazine which was being distributed at various locations.

'Round The Archives' has never thought it would ever find itself at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, but we technically ended up there in spirit at least, when 'Podbible' ('The Essential Guide To Podcasts') made the journey, with a page that included the following in the list of Amateur and Independent podcasts :

'Round The Archives' : Andrew, Lisa and friends cover a bewildering range of archive TV shows in more detail than you can shake a 625-line 2-inch videotape at!

Getting publicity is always a challenge for the little people like us, so our sincere thanks to editors Stu Whiffen and Adam Richardson for making this possible and to Scroobius Pip for distributing the copies up and down the land.

You can follow 'Podbible' on Twitter (@podbible) and see the latest issue in .pdf form on their website here.

(Written by Andrew Trowbridge)

Friday, 9 August 2019

Parkin's Patch


Parkin's Patch

I once asked Andrew if I could write for the blog, as I prefer to scribe rather than broadcast, sometimes. Thankfully he graciously said, ‘Yes. OK’ - that’s a commission in ‘Round the Archives’ speak, by the way. But I got sidelined with things like ‘Life’, ‘Work’ and watching my ever-expanding archive of retro television and Sci Fi ‘B’-movies.

Also, I was looking for an angle; something to bind a series of articles together rather than stick a pin in a heap of DVDs. So I broke down subject matters and thought it best I stick to what I knew. "That’s easy" thinks I...

I need a challenge. An investigation, perhaps, into Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed and Something Blue.


The Borrowed? That’s easy, I’m borrowing an episode of a series or serial to use as an example of a typical set piece. The Old and/or New? Archive or recent programmes broadcast from the early days up to say the last 20 years - that's still relatively new to us! The Blue? Be it ever so humble, that bastion of all Television staples the ‘Cop Show’. From 'Murder Bag' to 'Wild Bill', 'Dixon' to 'Line Of Duty'; the subject matter is forever evolving.

So, I’ve been a little cannier than just plonking a number of bog-standard shows on the autopsy slab. I've mixed the old with the recent, the simple with the complex and the popular with the long-forgotten.

Readers and listeners of 'Round The Archives', I’m proud to give you the first slice of my contribution that doesn’t involve writing an obituary.

I give you Part One of ‘Regional Rozzers’...


Now Elwyn Jones must have been minted. Rolling in it! His was a name that dominated the late sixties, and early seventies in the area of the television crime series. He favoured no channel; BBC or ITV, he was happy to slave away over his hot typewriter, banging out 'Softly Softly, Task Force', 'Barlow [Is Large]', 'Jack the Ripper' (the Barlow and Watt investigation as featured in edition of 'RTA' Episode 25) and 'Second Verdict'. The man was unstoppable.

But it’s not one of these major productions of his that caught my eye a couple of years ago, but a little regional number where the Yorkshire accents were thick and so was the ale.

'Parkin’s Patch' is one of those forgotten little treasures that’s available on DVD, but isn’t really mentioned by anyone. Laced with so many fresh new faces just breaking into television and old hands popping up all over the place, it’s a veritable Who’s Who of northern acting, but as we will discover not necessarily of the Yorkshire ilk.


Yorkshire Television started transmitting on Monday 29th July 1968, from its Leeds studios and (get this!) it was the first purpose-built colour production studio in the UK. In fact, it was so new that even though its programmes were produced in colour it wasn’t until 15th November 1969 that they transmitted in colour. Before that it was B&W only, mainly because colour sets were as about as rare as a Yorkshire ‘BAFTA’ at that time.

So, production started in their Kirkstall Road studios of the new 25-minute crime drama ‘Parkin’s Patch’ with Elwyn in full creative and writing mode for a number of the episodes. For all 26 episodes of the first and only season the producer was Terence Williams, later in charge of 'Juliet Bravo' and ‘The Chinese Detective’.  So, the production was in good hands, although it was never going to reach the public recognition of something like 'The Sweeney'.


This was a nice small provincial policing drama set in the fictional town of Fickley, nestling somewhere in the North Yorkshire Moors. Using the then much-heralded ‘Unit Beat Policing’ model, the series capitalised on the work of the lowly beat bobby, living within his community in his Police House/Station. This was years before ‘Heartbeat’ but it's clear to see how the formula was remorselessly plundered and rebranded to fit the profile of the then up-and-coming star Nick Berry in 1992. Please note this too is a Yorkshire TV production, although based on a series of books.

Anyway where was I? Oh yes. the series is headed by the lead character PC 501 Moss Parkin who appears in the opening titles to speak into his high tech ‘PYE’ police radio, uttering the legend “501 TO CONTROL” and then turns to survey his beat of the quite frankly unimpressive housing estates of Fickley. Actor John Flanagan is great for the part; this is the beginning of a long career portraying policemen. Here as the young married PC trying to get on within a community of gruff and somewhat eccentric Northerners, he shines through aided in part by the banter between him and the local CID Officer, DC Ron Radley, played by a young Gareth Thomas. So, he’s Welsh playing Yorkshire, while their boss Chief Superintendent Atkins is played by Scottish veteran Robert Urquhurt using a ‘cod’ Yorkshire accent.


Thank goodness for his wife Beth Parkin, played by Heather Page. Plus Peter Sallis, Warren Clarke, James Grout and Amos Brearly (OK, Ronald Magill, but he's always be Amos to me!) as the publican of one of Fickley’s many watering holes. Typecasting strikes again!

All 26 episodes exist, with storylines ranging from sheep rustling, swine fever, army deserters and con artists left, right and (Harrogate town) centre. There are a couple of episodes made solely in B&W mainly because the location work on those two episodes was filmed in B&W by accident.  Oh yes, the Christmas episode is a ghost story with a twist!
  
The episode ‘Nothing Personal’ was transmitted on Friday 5th December 1969. Transmission times are all over the shop depending upon which region you’re in. Anglia got the episode at 3.25pm, though everyone else gets it at various points in the evening. So, this wasn’t a national opt-in programme.


The titles roll and cut to film of someone in a hooded jacket (is it a parka, Lisa?) approaching the outside of Parkin’s Police House, forcing the door and breaking into his office. It's nicely shoot with proper night filming. In fact, there’s real night filming throughout this one. Mixed with typical Yorkshire rain, the set-up sting is quite promising. Cut to PC Parkin patrolling the streets in his Land Rover, jabbering on his police radio.

Beth his wife wakes upstairs to hear a crashing sound downstairs and clad in a shortie nightie goes to investigate, as you do. There's some wonderful late 60s décor going on here; lots of yellows, purples and browns, but why are the beds so small and so low? Were we all that much shorter in the 1960s? Cut to the intruder going to town on the police office, turning over a desk and ripping the phone out. You really think that if Mrs Parkin comes downstairs it’ll be ‘good night Vienna’.


Racking the tension up, with close-up shots, Beth enters the wrecked Police Office, and receives a shiner for her troubles. The would-be wrecker makes good their escape after delivering the haymaker. Beth gathers herself up, and realising that the phone lines are cut, uses DC Ron Bradley’s discarded police radio to summon help. PC Parkin races to the scene and the usual ritual of comforting followed by anger and rage at the perpetrator is played out.

Then enter DC Bradley as back-up stating he’s just heard the news. This is minor hole in the plot as Beth has his radio and he’s on duty (down the pub investigating a ‘lock in’ knowing Bradley). Throughout the whole series it's easy to see that CID have a strong reputation for supping in the line of duty. DC Bradley and the crime car (maybe Z Victor 2 as they like to drive off their patch a lot) start to search the not-so-heaving streets of Fickley.


The storyline progresses, and the tension is ramped up another notch as Beth starts to receive threatening phone calls. An attempt is made to trace them but this fails to get results.

Beth wonders if the attacker could be a relative of someone Moss has ‘Put Away’ but this is far from the truth, as we find out. She visits the family of man whose life Moss saved when he was having a stroke. The son, who idolises his father, blames Moss for saving his dad's life when all he wanted was to die. So, the son has deliberately targeted her to force Moss to pack up and leave the area.

It's that nice little touch of removing the obvious and inserting the left-field that helps the series along. Elwyn Jones has a nice way of weaving a very human aspect into what the might audience perceive as a mundane over-used plotline. This is Jones having a bash at a Northern 'Dixon' and it pays off. 26 episodes divided over a handful of writers is a tall order. You need to develop the characters and keep up the pace all within a 25-minute slot, something ‘The Bill’ often struggled with at that running-time. At least with 'Parkin’s Patch' you could set the storylines over two or three days, rather than solving a major crime on the same day.


As a drama it's not heavy. It's easy to delve in and out of without fear of losing any crucial character development. The storylines are fluid and the subject matter is always dealt with a serious undertone. If there is one thing I do have a hang-up with, it's the set designs. It’s too obvious that they are just flats on studio floors, resulting in a lack of depth to them. This, however, does not take away from the wonderful performances put in by regular and visiting artists. That rich Yorkshire drawl is fantastic and adds just that right amount of earthy grittiness to the plot.


So, if you’re hard up for something to watch, or fancy a relaxed but fun series to cut your Yorkshire Drama Teeth on, this is a grand start, lad!
 
And currently priced at £12.99 (at Amazon, but available from other good DVD stockists and retailers) for 26 episodes, it's not one that will break the piggy bank.


Next Time on ‘Regional Rozzers’: 

Things get a whole lot darker in the Welsh Valleys as the great Philip Madoc dons his anorak to investigate some very suspect goings on in ‘A Mind To Kill’...

(Written by Warren Cummings)

'Round The Archives In Conversation' Episode 23 now available!

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