I watched much of the annual Red Nose Day programmes on BBC on Friday.
I used to find them both moving and hopeful that things could be made better for the poor of the world if we all just put our hands in our pockets, but the problems seem to be the same 25 years on.
Be that as it may, I am still moved at the plight of the children of Africa, if less hopeful that it can be eased by an annual fund-raising telethon, but we shouldn’t stop trying.
Cynicism wasn’t the reason for this post, but one of the contributions on the night by James Corden as Smithy. It was brilliant the way that a former prime minister, a lord of the realm and a professor of serious science lined up to poke fun of themselves in the name of charity. Oh, and George Michael.
If you want to see it, you can download it from iTunes via the Comic Relief website for less than £2, most of which goes towards the war on want treasure chest.
What struck me though was the appearance of Paul McCartney. I don’t just mean on the programme, but the way he actually looked. I really thought that it was a young Ken Dodd.
And that set me wondering — could Paul be Ken’s unacknowledged love child? The ages are about right and they’re from the same city.
And these rumours have to start somewhere.