Okay, it's already documented that I've appeared on Countdown, so that's Richard Whitely, Carol Vorderman and Sylvia Syms in one fell swoop. I would have been more than happy with that 15 minutes of semi-fame, and I wasn't best pleased when my ex-sister-in-law decided to include me in the group she assembled to audition for Family Fortunes at an hotel in Edinburgh, but I couldn't let the side down so I swallowed what little pride I have and went along.
No, I didn't meet Les Dennis (
apparently he's way too important to attend the auditions - but we did have to address his stand-in as Les...she was much better looking than him), but there was something very familiar about the appointed 'head' of the opposing family. The penny dropped when they introduced themselves as the Hood family from Glasgow, led by dad Harry.
Non-Scots may not have heard of the great Harry Hood before, but Malc will know exactly who he is. Thankfully, we turned out to be much too intelligent to pass the audition, but it was worth the effort for the reward of an hour spent with my kid brother and Harry Hood in the bar afterwards, as he fondly remembered all the great goals (his words) he'd poached for Glasgow Celtic against our beloved St Johnstone. Fine chap!
