A tribute to Charlie's today, as today's piece by Charlie Brooker in The Guardian is so magnificent even by his standards. Yes, in his honour I'm going to be writing about a load of people that aren't him. That's how I work, you should know that by now (no offence new people).
I will not be covering any Charleses or Chases or anything like that. This is for people that are properly called Charlie. Not people like the Prince of Wales who may occasionally be called Charlie by some people as a sort of joke, but aren't really. Brooker is a Charlton rather than a Charles anyway. (He's eight days younger than me, I've just noticed, but that's irrelevant). Even Charles Hawtrey, who may have been Charlie to his friends if I recall correctly, wasn't generally known as that, so he can't come in. That's how strict it is.
First among Charlies, of course, has to be Charlie Chaplin. I think I was always a Laurel and Hardy guy. It's like a Blur vs. Oasis thing. Although I don't really take sides there, it's like saying which is best, food or water, if neither were necessary. What I'm saying is they're not really comparable. Anyway, I always found Chaplin sort of clever but not with as much soul as Laurel and Hardy. In the work, anyway. I can appreciate Chaplin's stuff better now. But I appreciate Laurel and Hardy even more. Chaplin was very good, though. He just didn't have the fortune to make stuff which happened to fit with the tastes of the future as much as they or the Marx Brothers did. I'm making it sound worse than it is, as if the films were about as accessible as Chaucer. This tribute to Charlies is not going well - not only am I ignoring the inspiration, but the first subject wasn't covered very well either.
Better write that one off and move on, sorry Charlie. The next Charlie is Charlie Bucket, who inherited a chocolate factory. Well, he didn't properly inherit it, it was passed onto him by Willy Wonka. I liked both of the films, I don't think I've read any of the books though. Oh, wait, I remember reading at least some of Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator to my daughter. I wonder if we finished it? I must look into that, if not, then we must. Anyway, Charlie was the good guy, the everyman, or rather everyboy, of surreally humble circumstances. And that's surreally saying something. As you probably know, he got a golden ticket in a Wonka Bar, as you also probably know that's a chocolate bar, not some sort of drinking establishment or something, and he won a tour of the factory and won the factory by being the only one of the ticket-finders who all got the tour not to mess up by doing something naughty. Well, he did, but for good reasons and he thought better of it and undid it.
Charlie And Lola. I'm pretty ignorant about Charlie And Lola. Anne, my partner, would be able to tell you more, as I recall. She may even do so in the comments, although she might not, she's not on the staff and if she does it is just a courtesy. And because she worships my awesomeness, quite rightly. Anyway, they're kids characters, kids themselves I think, and there was a book or something of them in Poundland once.
Charlie Chan. He was an detective, popular in the olden days, now frowned upon as a bit racist. The character as written/portrayed was a bit racist in the writing/portrayal, that is. No-one's saying the character was a bigot, as far as I know.
Charlie Sheen. One of the Estevezes. I can't remember anything he's done, but I vaguely think I like him. Or liked. I think he may have been in trouble recently for something I might disapprove of, I can't remember, but I suspend endorsement of him just to be safe. Oh, he played himself in Being John Malkovich, yeah. But there's plenty of other stuff I can't remember.
That's enough Charlies. No offence, other Charlies. But we can't write about you all.
Do let me know, however, if you think there's a notable Charlie I've omitted.
that's all from me for now
see you around
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