The Man On the Telly is hosting the best chat show in the world. Ever. It’s more or less the same format he's been re-inventing on every late- night vehicle for himself over the past quarter of a century. What's On. So It Goes. The Other Side of Midnight. Content. Smartarse but casual, every one. Except for the rubbish student quiz show with Frank Sidebottom, they’re all pretty legendary. Which is a polite way of saying hardly anyone watched them. Except, this time, he’s not on the telly, he’s not hosting a late-night regional arts programme, he’s part of a press conference. He's promoting a movie. He’s not the one asking the questions for once, but he's still doing all the talking. A maverick, a pioneer, a champion of the arts, a man whose attitude to business can best be defined as ‘cavalier'. A man whose generosity towards the artist verges on the ridiculous. A motormouth, a chancer, a twat. Ladies and gentlemen, The Man On the Telly, Mr TonyWilson.
An archive of arts writing by Neil Cooper. Effete No Obstacle.