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Fifteen minutes (and two hours in the queue)

Darling, I’m going to be on television.

Regretably on neither The Late Review, Parkinson, or certainly not BBC One’s Imagine again (or not technically again since I fell frustratingly short of actually appearing on there in the first place), but in fact The Album Chart Show as an adoring member of the the great unwashed.

Any footage of me dancing awkwardly and cheering in the front row to either the Super Furry Animals or The Kaiser Chiefs is, I can assure you, shamelessly edited in, as you might be able to tell from skew-whiffy continuity resulting from my removing my coat just before the second take of a charming new ditty called The Magic Position which we left shortly after. This final offering was from an up and coming artist named Patrick Wolf. You might have heard of him.

Hopefully they’ll leave in the footage of Olly giving me a smug elbowing after Pat made eye contact with him, and me mouthing “f**k off” to Olly by way of retort.

It was all very different from The Union Chapel performance last month. Pat seemed at times almost painfully nervous setting up just before he walked on, and though he laughed off a few false starts on both Get Lost and The Magic Position, looked a little pissed off talking with the band backstage afterwards. Performing your own concert at an intimate venue you love and being the first act on a TV show in a large commercial venue are clearly two different things. I may be biased, but I thought he was fantastic regardless, and Mr Wa-Wa and I were definitely cheering, stomping and clapping because we wanted to, and not because the scary man in the sweaty green tee shirt who swore a lot told us we had to for the cameras.

Patrick (or indeed Ben) fans can see our mutual second UK terrestrial televisual appearance* at 12:10am Saturday 13th January on Channel 4, or repeated the same day at 2:00pm on E4.

*Ben once appeared for several seconds on Match Of The Day in the mid nineties as a blip in Stamford Bridge’s West Stand, after his father took him to see his arbitrary supported football team get stuffed by Chelsea. Ben shortly after surrendered all attempts to lead a good, solid heterosexual life.

2 Responses to “Fifteen minutes (and two hours in the queue)”

  1. oe says:

    January seems sunlit.

    Is it the camera?

  2. Ben says:

    One’s dabbling in the fabulous fashions for a change.

    2006 is so last year.