Porterhouse Blue

.....as another reviewer suggested.

Scullion may have served on the "wrong side" of the divide at Porterhouse and thus had no letters after his name but it's quite clear that neither Sharpe (I've read the book) and Malcolm Bradbury who adapted the novel saw him as dim.

Anyway in the best traditions of the underdog turning the table on his "betters" Skullion understands how to deal with TV journalist far better than any of the Masters.

As an aside the acapella music especially dives in Omnia" (Latin for "Rich in Everything") as sung by The Flying Pickets heard throughout the series was excellent.

Take one college steeped in religion, whose aim is not to produce high class students but to succeed in every master having a stroke brought on by gluttony. When the old master dies, Sir Godber Evans and his fiend of a wife Lady Mary blaze in to take over and soon tradition flies out the window in the face of radical plans: contraceptive machines and scholars! The Faculty aren't happy and neither is Scullion, the head porter, who is eventually sacked. His recompense though is awesome indeed and sparks really begin to fly.

This has to be one of the most biting attacks on the institution ever written. Unbelievably well cast, marvellously acted and directed, it cracks on a pace and runs to a terrific conclusion. Unlike his contemporaries David Jason has a skill with successfully creating many diverse roles. This is one of his best one-off roles. But look out for Paula Jacobs as the "buxom bedder"!!

I saw this on TV when it was first broadcast and loved how well written it was, how skillfully acted, entertaining and very funny. It's bawdy in parts. Writer Tom Sharpe's humour is earthy and can be savage in satirising characters, institutions and authorities. The best acting, in my opinion, is by David Jason as the Porter (so different from his character in "Only Fools and Horses") and John Sessions as the student Zipser.

Tom Sharpe has to be one of the funniest writers in human history, and in my younger days I remember my joy every time a new books came out.

But some works are so rooted in their medium that attempted transplants are essentially impossible, and so it is here.

The screenplay does what it can, and yes, we get the outlines of the story. There are even a few funny scenes. But there's none of the magic, and there's none of gut busting absurdity that hurts your lungs one page after the next, just a somewhat mediocre story. No-one to blame and, hell, valiant effort, but some things just aren't meant to be.

Tom Sharpe's satirical novel has translated well on television thanks to Malcolm Bradbury's stinging adaptation tipped with acid laced hilarity.

Porterhouse College, one of the cash strapped schools at Cambridge University is steeped in tradition and archaic values which is due to be ripped apart by its new liberal Master Sir Godber Evans (Ian Richardson) spurred on by his activist wife. The college sells places, sells degrees and stuck in the middle ages where they feast on swans and ox in grand dinners.

The new Master aims to put an end to all this, make the college a meritocracy and bring it to the 20th century to the horror of the fellow senior tutors of the college who want their ancien regime traditions to continue.

The biggest challenge Sir Godber faces is from Skullion (David Jason) the head porter of Porterhouse who knows all the secrets of the college, the past students and masters. A dim working class man who places great value in the tradition of the college that churns out proper gentlemen.

Porterhouse Blue is biting satire with slapstick and a punch in the gut ending if you are of a progressive type. It is silly, it is fun and wonderful entertainment.