…A man has died from doing a Noel Edmonds
Late Late Breakfast Show stunt.
He fell off a crane.
It is big news…
It wasn’t just big, it was enormous.
This was one of those events that collectively and instantly entered the psyche of a generation. I don’t think that’s an exaggeration. It might sound it to people who weren’t around in 1986 or were too young to notice. But really, it’s not.
It was talked about in the playground for days. Days and days.
It was morbid and hubristic. It was downright bizarre. It was compellingly grisly.
It was, to be frank, a sensation. And, to be frank, as 10-year-olds, we revelled in it. That’s perhaps a horrible thing to say, but we weren’t old enough to know better.
All we were aware of, all we were receptive of, were the incidentals and the peripherals. Such as: what actually happened while Michael Lush was suspended from the crane? How high was he off the ground? How did Noel Edmonds find out?
And above all, what was going to be on instead of the Late Late Breakfast Show instead?
We didn’t once hold a thought for the friends and relatives of the victim.
And we certainly didn’t give a thought to the wider question of whether members of the public should ever be placed in situations of jeopardy on live television.
In short, we discussed it and then recalled it for all the wrong reasons. But to be fair, I don’t think any of us at that age would have been expected to determine what were the right and wrong ways to remember such a unique event.
We had others to do that for us.