I was going to write a lot more about Tony Blackburn and Cliff Richard, but thankfully I decided not to bother. My theme was going to be the way that both of them have managed to be deeply unfashionable and yet very successful over the last 40 years or so. Craig Brown in the Daily Telegraph (registration required) has done a much better job, and has also unearthed the intriguing fact that the radio station that suspended Tony Blackburn is 80% owned by Noel Edmonds, another naff disc jockey (though better known as a naff TV presenter).

Cliff and Tony; Tony and Cliff. For nearly 50 years, the relationship between Tony Blackburn and Sir Cliff Richard has been that of fan to idol. Tony Blackburn was born in Guildford at 2am on January 29, 1943, making him three years Sir Cliff’s junior.

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Ever since, the two men have enjoyed strangely parallel careers, Cliff as a singer, Tony as a DJ. Neither was ever truly fashionable for more than a handful of years, Cliff between Move It in 1958 and The Young Ones in 1962, Tony between his stint on Radio Caroline in 1964 and becoming the first voice on Radio One in 1967. At that time, as “the most famous radio personality in the country”, he was able to make a triumphant return to his public school, Millfield, with “accessories to match – an E-type Jag and a gorgeous bunny girl in the shortest mini-skirt ever invented”.

But their fashionability was to prove short-lived. By the end of the 1960s, the two men were already by-words in naff.

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6 responses to “Unfashionable”

  1. Richard avatar

    I was drunk with a mate at Wimbledon years ago. We spotted Cliff and we could see that he was naff. It was raining. I said to my mate, “I bet I can get that twat to give us a song”. We giggled but then I shouted, in a accent parodying old filmstars Norman Wisdom’s British working class naievity “Oy, Cliff – come on mate, give us a song! It’s raining, wot abaht “We’re all goin on a summer holiday” that’ll cheer us all up?”
    He kind of smiled, nodded and waved a bit, but we pressed the matter by getting the crowd to chant to him, gee him on.
    Then he did it. He got a mike and went through about 5 classically naff songs, with the whole crowd joing in and thoroughly enjoying it.
    Then the sun came out, and I actually converted, and realised that the guy is a fucking super star. He’s a star, and a gentleman. He’s alright and a good bloke.
    That was a long time ago, however, and now I think he’s completely naff again.

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  2. NaffOuter avatar
    NaffOuter

    Strange you should be so interested in naff singers and stars. Now why could that be?

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  3. OuterAgain avatar
    OuterAgain

    You also fail to mention the great things Cliff and Tony have in common – being closet gays.

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  4. Chris avatar

    George – is that you again? You certainly set very high standards when it comes to biting satire.

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  5. BWG avatar

    Agreed. His satire bites.

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  6. fumier avatar

    Remember when Cliff was said to be dating Sue Barker, a little-known (even then) British tennis player? This was presumably a front.

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