I was born in Yorkshire and so was Michael Parkinson. In my
younger days I used to watch him on a local news and current affairs program called Look
North on Granada Television. He was often to be seen standing in a field doing an
outside broadcast. He had a humorously cynical view of the world and I used to enjoy his
reports a lot. Later in his career he fronted a programme called Cinema, a
critical review of contemporary film. Again he brought a world weary cynicism to the task.
I still treasure his description of a particular actor who, he claimed, had "...eyes
like rissoles in the snow."; a phrase that I felt was a delightful adaptation of the
somewhat risqué original.
But he is most famous for his TV chat show. With casual, understated charm he would
spend an hour just talking to his guests. It sounds like a recipe for disaster, but it was
riveting television.
Parky is his autobiography. As you might expect, it is charming,
sometimes cynical, sometimes screamingly funny and sometimes very moving. It is riveting
reading
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