The studio lights went down on David Mitchell and his last trio of wisecrackers on The Bubble (26 March BBC2). Since its start six weeks ago it has amused with a mix of gentle badinage and droll wit. And what a safe pair of hands David’s are. Nothing too risqué, only mildly-worded forays into mockery and celeb-bashing.
Even the set was comforting – walls of books, cream armchairs, a soft pink lamp. Terribly civilised. Only the garish red lights of the voting panels seemed out of place. But somehow the score did not seem to matter. We were here for the sheer jocular fun of the game – spotting the true stories in the web of fictions dreamt up by the programme makers – and the spin-off repartee.
One wonders how hard the BBC had to work to persuade the likes of Reginald D Hunter, Miranda Hart and Sue Perkins to spend a week cut off from the world, with only their fellow humorists and a pack of cards for company. The best guest was kept for last. Question – the comedian David Mitchell has announced he is splitting from his writing partner Robert Webb. Real or fake? Fake, fake, cried Robert to “my David”, their mutual chemistry fairly effervescing. Thank goodness for that.
Which brings me to my final question: can they find another eighteen willing, quality contenders? Please.
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