Surprise!
You’ll need to use your imagination a bit to sing this song: Da da, da da, da da da da da da–da da, da da, dadadadadada, da da da da…got it? It’s that old classic British TV show with the original ginger-ninja Cilla Black of course! That’s right: I’m talking about Blind Date. The one, the only, the stuff that TV gold is made of…
Blind Date, the prime TV show of the 80s and 90s–I think it may have started in the late 80s–was super-mega-awesome GREAT. Making people squirm with those all too overlooked emotions of embarrassment, harassment and general red-faced-ness, Blind Date started off the craze of pairing two people up who had very little in common, sometimes only the fact that they belonged to the same species (usually), giving them a designer beach bag and sending them on holiday together to have a great old time!
Only they didn’t, not ever. In fact, I struggle to remember any Blind Date which didn’t end in both of the contestants slagging each other off. What fun that show was. And it had everything good entertainment needed to exist. And it had something else as well–Cilla Black singing. The stuff of Freddy Krueger’s worst nightmares! (Come to think of it, Cilla did look like she might have been related to Freddy–which would explain a lot. Especially how she managed to haunt my dreams for so many years–)
Then, one day, out of the blue, Blind Date was no more. Pandemonium swept the nation. Panic ensued. The Blind Date apocalypse left no soul untouched (apart from all those sad muppets who didn’t watch it, and I pity them). And it never did return. Such a crying a shame! After all these years I can still picture Cilla gearing up to sing Surprise Surprise, the unexpected hits you between the eyes–
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