One of those aimiable ‘favourite uncle’ sort of presenters that now seem to have given way to the new generation of ‘zany’ or ‘edgy’ or just ‘plain annoying’ nonentities who pollute our TV screens.
My favourite memory was one afternoon, idly watching Blockbusters (after an extended liquid lunch) and Bob dealing with a wee smart arse upstart who tried to extend the ‘Can I have a P’ riff into evermore sniggering sort of phrasing.
Bob was rather ticked off and didn’t hold back with an icy and waspish defaltion of the Jack the Lad. The menacing undercurrent let the wee shite know the Bob wouldn’t hesitate to drag him into a cupboard and kick the crap out of him if he continued to diss him, the show, the audience and the other ‘nice’ contestants
probably the last time Alex Salmond's bluff was called
CREDITS TO THE LAST EPISODE OF BLOCKBUSTERS WITH BOB HOLNESS
