requiem x 2

A sad day today: two genuine heroines have been laid low.

MollyFirst, a solemn RIP for Molly Weir, who died this week aged 84. A proud Scot, Molly was familiar to millions of 80s-era schoolchildren as whirruping clay-faced Hazel McWitch out of Rentaghost.

I remember watching at the time and suspecting even then that Rentaghost was fundamentally rubbish. How they managed to spread their meagre supply of panto laughs over 60 episodes is quite beyond me; a task akin to buttering the surface of the Moon with a single foil-wrapped triangle of Dairylea.

The reviews on the BBC site confirm my childhood fears – reach not for a nostalgic ‘ghost DVD. And don’t believe the Scotsman report either – Molly did not play Supergran. She was in ultracamp Scots gem The High Life though – dearie me!

RowettaHeroine #2 comes from the supremely prole-entertaining show The X-Factor. I had always wondered why the shouty black singer looked strangely familiar… my first guess was that I had seen her straining in Ryan’s favourite piece of world cinema Mocha Madness. However, it transpires that bonkers goggle-eyed alcoholic punchbag Rowetta is actually, wait for it, the singer from the Happy Mondays.

Hold the phone; butty down; stand by. Could not believe it.
We had actually gone to see their shambling near-death performance at Glastonbury in 2000, where Rowetta had stalked chubbily about with a whip, clad entirely in leather… presumably protection against being bitten by the clearly undead Shaun Ryder.

How the mighty have fallen: from fleeting indie success, to lame cash-in retreads, to tearfully begging Simon Cowell to let her on the telly.

RIP Rowetta’s dignity.