From Sunday Mirror online 25th April 04
SPARE ME A TENOR?
ANOTHER Celebrity Stars In Their Eyes (ITV1, last night) and Cat Deeley's worried about Brian Blessed.
When she kisses him will the beard be a bit ticklish?
Don't fret, Cat. Brian's so hairy himself he probably won't even notice.
Celebrity Stars. No Matthew Kelly, but still the theatre of our dreams.
Emmerdale's Rodney in an eye-patch doing Dr Hook the band but looking more like Captain Hook the panto villain.
Alison Hammond-Extracheese aiming to convince as Nina Simone yet acting like Simple Simone and looking very much like Winnie Mandela.
And what about Corrie's Candice dressed as Britney Spears? OK, maybe that's just a dream of mine.
Then they go and bag the turn at the top of the wish list - Brian "Pavarotti" Blessed. Genius. And all the better for him genuinely wanting to be there.
The only thing missing was a good presenter. Cat is an OK presenter but, like Davina McCall before her, she's not right for this show. She's just not camp enough.
There's only one man qualified to fill Matthew's hole - Dale Winton.
Gravitas coming out of his ears, stalker-like in the presence of any rank of celebrity - presumably ITV think he's just too gay, which begs the question... how can anyone be too gay for Stars In Their Eyes?
Cat can't even fake it. Her
cringeworthy banter with "bonkers" Alison was the TV equivalent of those posters - You Don't Have To Be Mad To Work Here But It Helps!!!
Ah, Alison. Hard to argue with her "I get recognised for all the wrong reasons" but as for her claim that of all the celebs she's met she'd "go out, for a drink with Renee Zellweger" - Alison, listen. It. Ain't. Never. Gonna. Happen.
As for the others, Emmerdale's Father Ted could have potentially - and literally - brought the roof down had he followed his original plan to copy Kurt Cobain, while it was no surprise to hear Mike Read admitting he's "always wanted to do Cliff Richard."
But Blessed was the piece-maker. He claimed he came on because of a Covent Garden tramp who apparently mistook him for Pavarotti (one word - meths) and begged him, "Master, master - sing me a few notes."
Two things, Brian. One, unless you're 200 and lived in Dickensian London where the odd tramp may have used the word "master", I suspect you're lying.
And two, if it did happen I think you'll find it more likely he said "sling me a few notes".
Sunday Mirror