20 November 2005 | robin-414
Friday evening comedy
I was around fourteen when 'Me Mammy' was shown on BBC on Friday evenings. I remember the opening credits, which alternated between shots of Milo O'Shea, successful businessman, swanning around in a Mercedes, and apparently leading a full life, against strident, brassy music, and shots of his mammy doing prosaic things around the house, against gentle Irish folk-dance music. Of course, poor Milo is dominated by her, despite his high-power job. A line sticks in my mind, which goes something like, 'Me mammy has no objection to me getting married. It's just that whoever I married would have to be over 60. And she'd have to be a nun. And she'd have to be a fella!' Like a lot of comedies at this time, it sometimes strained to be outrageous, but, looking back, I think it was quite subtle, especially in that the mammy wasn't a dragon, but quite a likable and dotty old lady (probably about the same age as her 'son' in reality), and they'd just somehow got stuck that way. Moments remain with me rather than stories. Like mammy's devotion to 'Randoloph Scott' -( Randolph, that is - who was a cowboy star from way back when) and her outrage at her boy's acquaintance with 'filthy trollops'. Yootha Joyce played his long-suffering girlfriend. I know the BBC used to just wipe tapes, so I don't suppose a single fragment of it survives, but maybe this will rekindle someone's memories, should they chance upon it.