Who wants to be a one-eighth millionaire?
I attended a recording of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" at Elstree Studios, home of many a great film.
L and I arrived 30 min before doors opened and joined a line of about 50 people. After waiting 15 min in the rain, we were told there might not be enough room for us. After another 1/4 hour wait, we were gratefully ushered through, much to the chagrin of the woman behind us who was not, despite claiming she had a priority ticket and had driven 200 miles.
The set was smaller than on the box with space for 150 people.
The warm-up man asked who was single and L stuck up his hand but refused to give his name. Nevertheless, the "comedian" tried to get him the phone number of a pretty production assistant in pink.
There were 3 contestants but 2 of them only won a few thousand. All of them had useless friends whom they phoned.
The winner on the night looked and sounded like Andy from Little Britain, slightly balding and plump. He struggled to get to a few thousand pounds, using up 2 lifelines in the process. When we were asked to help, only 30% of us knew that a series of magazines on the same subject was a part-work. A wrong answer had more votes. However, he overcame this misdirection and was soon answering with ease.
After walking off with his cheque, we were confronted with 10 middle-aged men trying to show off their fast figures. Most seemed pathetic and desperate figures relying on the quiz as their last resort to dig them out of the rut of their mid-life crises. The master manipulator was so shocked to be selected to sit on The Chair that he swore like a trooper much to the annoyance of the director who ordered a re-shoot.
Chris Tarrant was irreverant and sarcastic throughout the breaks in recording.
The programme will be shown on the first Saturday in June.
L and I arrived 30 min before doors opened and joined a line of about 50 people. After waiting 15 min in the rain, we were told there might not be enough room for us. After another 1/4 hour wait, we were gratefully ushered through, much to the chagrin of the woman behind us who was not, despite claiming she had a priority ticket and had driven 200 miles.
The set was smaller than on the box with space for 150 people.
The warm-up man asked who was single and L stuck up his hand but refused to give his name. Nevertheless, the "comedian" tried to get him the phone number of a pretty production assistant in pink.
There were 3 contestants but 2 of them only won a few thousand. All of them had useless friends whom they phoned.
The winner on the night looked and sounded like Andy from Little Britain, slightly balding and plump. He struggled to get to a few thousand pounds, using up 2 lifelines in the process. When we were asked to help, only 30% of us knew that a series of magazines on the same subject was a part-work. A wrong answer had more votes. However, he overcame this misdirection and was soon answering with ease.
After walking off with his cheque, we were confronted with 10 middle-aged men trying to show off their fast figures. Most seemed pathetic and desperate figures relying on the quiz as their last resort to dig them out of the rut of their mid-life crises. The master manipulator was so shocked to be selected to sit on The Chair that he swore like a trooper much to the annoyance of the director who ordered a re-shoot.
Chris Tarrant was irreverant and sarcastic throughout the breaks in recording.
The programme will be shown on the first Saturday in June.
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