I know it may be expected with my love of all things Muppetry (see posts for F and M,) and given the reference via the title of all these posts, that S should be for Sesame Street, but it’s not as I was never into Sesame Street that much. I loved The Count, he was hilarious, but really that was about it…(though I suddenly have a vague memory of owning The Grouch as a cuddly toy…??)
Anyway, S is not for Sesame Street. No, we’re a bit closer to home and a little more obscure as today, S is for…
I have extremely vague memories of the actual episodes and premise of Supergran, considering I was between 10 and 12 years of age when it was on. I guess perhaps because it only ran for two series and never repeated. Shows didn’t seem to repeat so much back in the day. Nowadays kid’s TV programmes are on a constant cycle over a period of 10 years – or at least it appears that way to me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen the same episodes of Octonauts or Peter Rabbit.
Anyway, what I do remember of Supergran is that it was on around Sunday tea time – probably just before Songs of Praise but on ITV rather than the BBC, because I remember there were adverts on. Anyway, for me it’s become one of those TV shows in my memory bank synonymous with the back to school feeling. The final small pleasure available at the weekend before returning to the monotony of the school week. I can’t recall whether the weekly Sunday night bath time for us all came before or after Supergran, but it was certainly one of those Sunday rituals when it was on. And as sure as Sunday roast dinner followed church, Supergran either preceded or suceeded our special Sunday tea time of brown bread and butter (brown bread was a treat, kids), home made jam sponge cake dusted with icing sugar, a pot of tea served in proper teacups and saucers and the crème de la crème of the food week: ice-cream (usually vanilla, but occasionally Neapolitan), tinned fruit of some description, jelly and sometimes – joy of joy – Angel Delight! Divided by 7 we didn’t get much, but it was the best treat of the week. (If it was Butterscotch with tinned pears so much the better to my mind.) I’m salivating as I digress…
So yes, Supergran reminds me of all these things. I think it was one of those kid’s TV programmes my mum and dad actually enjoyed watching with us too. No doubt because Supergran was Scottish, and my dad is Scottish, so he probably approved. Added to that, the fact Billy Connolly, another Scot, sang the theme tune, (Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Iceman and B.A Baracus (random!) all mentioned in the lyrics I recall) and Iain (see – spelt the Scots way) Cuthbertson starred, I’m sure added to the appeal.
I did used to think Supergran was a little bit like my own Scottish grandmother – not that my grandmother has Superpowers like Supergran does or goes around skateboarding down streets and stopping criminals in and around Tyneside. (Supergran, despite the tam-o-shanter, Scottish accent and tartan skirt, was filmed mainly in the North East of England and went out over the Tyne Tees network and most of the actors were Geordies other than Ure and Cuthbertson.) But my own granny was, still is, a slight woman with a shock of grey hair and a soft lilting Scot’s accent so there was, to my 10 year old mind, a similarity. My gran also always seemed like a young grandmother to me – quite trendy and with the times, and so I think that’s also why Supergran reminded me of her. I did used to think it would be cool if my gran could have the Superpowers of Supergran, but alas, as I say, she didn’t.
Even though the show was filmed with real actors (59 year old Gudrun Ure doing the majority of Supergran’s stunts apparently) the opening title sequence was animated, which used to bring it to life before it had even started and I always liked programmes which started with a cartoon. I don’t know why, I just did.
Funny to think actually that Supergran was televised in 1987-1989 and at that time my gran would have been a few years younger than Gudrun Ure was. However, they both seemed like ‘proper’ grandmothers to me despite actually being relatively young. And by that I mean it’s really odd now to think that my mum is actually older now than they were then, and of course she is a grandmother, but I don’t think of her as being one. She hasn’t got the grey hair or anything like that.
(Just a side rambling thought about the effects of time and perspective on age. I guess at 10 years old, my grandmother being in her early 50s was old to me, but now I’m 40, early 50s isn’t all that far off!)
Maybe I’ll discover some superpowers one day so that I can become a Super gran myself. A tartan skirt shouldn’t be too hard to come by, though I think I’ll give the tam-o-shanter and fingerless gloves a miss!
We’ll be on a break from the challenge tomorrow as it’s my brother’s wedding day! So hopefully I’ll be back sometime on Sunday with the letter T. (I’m cutting it fine I realise to fit in all 26 letters by April 30th. *does some quick maths: T on the 24th, U on the 25th, V on the 26th, W on the 27th, X on the 28th, Y on the 29th, Z on the 30th. PHEW! I can still do this!)