You’d have to utterly hate the TV host to resist this tale of his woo woo life as a New Zealand pub landlord. Brace yourself for copious talk of ‘body energy systems’
He’s the same! He’s the same! Noel Edmonds is the same! Even if he wasn’t quite your cup of tea back in the day, I promise you’ll be happy to see him. Fixed points in a universe changing unstoppably for the worse have that effect on you.
Edmonds bestrode the world of 80s and 90s light entertainment like a Tiggerish colossus, presenting everything from Top of the Pops to Multi-Coloured Swap Shop to Telly Addicts – oh, how well I remember watching the latter as a woman proposed to her boyfriend and how beautifully Noel covered the deafening silence where the horrified man’s acceptance was supposed to go – to Noel’s House Party (let us hope Mr Blobby is ageing as well as his mentor), and more, including his last big hit Deal Or No Deal. He became a bit of a laughing stock when he tried to share with the world his discovery, via his reflexologist, of cosmic ordering (an iteration of positive thinking woowoo) but never – I think at this point uniquely among his peers – coming a vilely scandalous cropper at any stage.
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