Was at my girlfriend Rhiannon’s flat today (she’s been asking for a mention lately, so I may as well take this opportunity to say she’s brilliant). She and her flatmate Katie were making lunch in a kitchen which fits around two people and, having established that I was not going to prove useful any time soon, we decided I should go and watch some telly. (I promise this story is going somewhere, and not just the lounge in my girlfriend’s flat.)
I went into the lounge and put the TV on. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything I really wanted to watch. (Not that I’ve any real aversion to programmes about buying houses, I just wasn’t in the right mood). But I eventually found a rather interesting show about sharks, on the CBBC channel. The significance of this was that I’d been planning to write a post here about children’s TV, and I thought this story would provide quite a good opening.
It’s quite easy to forget about modern children’s TV shows when you’re no longer the age at which you most frequently watch them, but Deadly 60 was great for a ten-minute programme. There are still shows here and there on CBBC that I can identify as things I’d have ended up remembering well if I’d been seven years old at the right time, or that I hear are wonderful (ie. Horrible Histories). Sorry, I’ve Got No Head rivals numerous adult comedy series, and I think the fact that it’s less well-known than Lee Nelson’s Well Good Show provides us with conclusive proof that there is no God. Blue Peter’s thankfully still in existence, and if it weren’t for the untimely death of Elisabeth Sladen, The Sarah Jane Adventures would probably have gone on entertaining children for years more.
The reason I’m interested in all this is that I remember the programmes I watched when I was younger so well, and I hope that children today will get the same pleasure when they start being 20, like people do. Generally, I talk the most about Doctor Who and shows on Cartoon Network when I think of what I watched then, but that does such a disservice to The Demon Headmaster, Aquila, Grange Hill, Pig Heart Boy, Home Farm Twins, Animal Magic, Newsround, The Ghost Hunter, The Really Wild Show, G-Force (doubtless impossible to find forever now because of this), Mr WyMi, ChuckleVision, Fireman Sam (non-CGI, with swung-rhythm theme tune), Bertha, Joshuha Jones, Charlie Chalk, Postman Pat, Story Time and Blue Peter.
That’s before we even get to older, classic shows that I found through other means (Thunderbirds, Trumpton, Noggin the Nog), programmes that I seem to have missed out on, if friends’ enthusiasm is anything to go by (Art Attack, SMart, Bernard’s Watch), BBC Look and Read programmes that I watched in school and at home (Through The Dragon’s Eye, Dark Towers, Skyhunter), and American imports like Arthur.
Lots of the shows I watched will probably be forgotten by most people eventually; as tends to happen, some shows stay in people’s consciousness longer than others and become classics. Perhaps G-Force and Joshua Jones won’t be so well remembered in the future (maybe rightly so in G-Force’s case, speaking objectively for a moment), but it doesn’t take away my memories of them, and the value I’d place in those. Something I’d definitely single out for deserving of rememberance, though, would be Aquila. Hopefully, some of you will have seen it. Perhaps this will jog your memory:
Normal enough story, boys fall through hole in the ground, hole in the ground conceals small ancient spaceship, boys secretly get it home and have two series’ worth of adventures. It’s the sort of thing Doctor Who and Harry Potter do well, putting something strange and brilliant into an ordinary world. When I first watched it, I thought it was incredibly cool. (I was a boy, it was a spaceship with loads of buttons, what can I say?)
But it’s funny how, as I’ve got older, what most sticks in my memory isn’t necessarily the colourful buttons and lasers, but all the human stories that surrounded them. Particularly in series two, the show looked at the boys’ families and personal lives a lot more, for example this episode, in which the character of Tom (Tom’s great, we like Tom) wonders whether his father (who he’s never really met properly) ever thinks about him, or cares. That sort of thing. The rather sweet ending’s what I remember best, and that scene doesn’t even have any lasers in. Though the earlier bit with the dog and the force field’s really good. While I didn’t seem to realise at the time, Aquila must have feeding into my emotional intelligence after all, not just keeping me dribbling over gadgets.
A good example of why I consider good children’s TV drama incredibly important. At least, in the context of TV as a whole. I’m not saying it’s more important than international aid (though, in terms of what helps British children’s intellectual and emotional growth… No, no, of course not. Although…)
It’s a little worrying, in that case, that it seems to be shrinking these days, in terms of what we see. Children’s television tends to get a rather small proportion of the budgets allocated by TV stations. Most original CITV output faded away, and it’s now become a channel broadcasting largely American-imported animations and live-action Disney comedies. I mean, some of this seems like a laugh, but I think it’d be good to have some drama too and, dare I say it, more British programmes. But of course, they cost a lot to make.
With the cuts made recently, the BBC are planning to remove the terrestrial afternoon CBBC block and keep that programming confined to their two children’s channels, after digital switch-over. Not such a terrible, radical change, perhaps, but losing all of that children’s programming from the flagship channels strikes me as significant. And CBBC itself has clearly been having to cope with reductions prior to this anyway. Regular presenters in the studio linking all the programmes together aren’t about so much anymore, and I think it’s sad to lose that friendly presence, just ending up with quick bursts of graphics and music instead.
With The Sarah Jane Adventures over, there’s going to be a gap in the schedule, and here’s hoping it’ll be filled by something as engaging, well-written and imaginative as that show was, as children deserve. It might prove cheaper to make a factual programme, or get a ready-made show from elsewhere, but I think people should be able to have an Aquila or two in their life.
And now I’m done, sorry for going on about things. Here’s a Sorry, I’ve Got No Head sketch to make up for it: