CHRISTOPHER STEVENS reviews weekend TV: Griff was as green as a guppy as he munched cod tongue in pork fat
Griff’s Canadian Adventure
Alan Carr’s Adventures with Agatha Christie
How did Griff Rhys Jones manage to hunt moose in Newfoundland without seeing a single one?
It’s like visiting Trafalgar Square and not seeing any pigeons.
Griff’s Canadian Adventure (C4) sent Michael Palin’s natural heir on the first leg of a journey from Cape Spear on the Atlantic coast to Vancouver on the Pacific.
He wasted no time in meeting a constable and taking a ride on a stretch of the longest single-country road in the world, the Trans-Canada Highway.
But his trek through the woods in search of large deer was a disaster. For starters, Griff, 68, couldn’t keep up with the gun-toting 17-year-old conservationist. “You gotta go faster if you wanna go hunting with me,” Taylor yelled from the treeline.
Griff’s Canadian Adventure (C4) sent Michael Palin’s natural heir on the first leg of a journey from Cape Spear on the Atlantic coast to Vancouver on the Pacific
“I’m stuck in the bog,” Griff moaned back, trying to get his boots out of the mud. Obviously, the sound of a disgruntled Welshman with wet socks is enough to disperse even the most jaded of moose.
Although not native to Newfoundland, the woods should be full of them – four were introduced in 1904 and there are now 120,000. It’s a population explosion to make rabbits feel inadequate. Moose are greedy breeders and must be culled regularly to prevent them from eating everything in Canada.
But Griff, who has railed against trophy hunters in the past, calling them “disgusting” and “dumb,” clearly wasn’t keen on seeing one killed. Taylor took him to target shooting instead.
He was barely less disgusted to cook cod tongue, a Canadian delicacy. As he cut the jawbone off a dead fish, he was green as a guppy.
Its color did not improve once the tongue was fried in pork fat.
“Don’t think too much about it,” the chef advised as Griff delicately lifted a morsel to his lips. “Put it all in there. The odds of Griff signing up for I’m A Celebrity and tackling the bushtucker trials are about the same as if he coughed up $20,000 for a “Grand Slam” hunting experience.
A hunting team from Newfoundland offers these week-long expeditions online, to capture a moose, a caribou and a bear.
Alcoholic drinks are apparently not included in the price. I’d rather have a beer and forget about the bear. Griff is at his best when meeting the locals. Landmarks and scenery spark his brilliant interest, but he was most dynamic when chatting with a couple by the ocean, who had come to get engaged at sunrise.
He was also floating around in a red survival suit, floating on his back in the Atlantic like a giant sea otter – even though he was shaking so much he could barely speak.
Nor did Alan Carr enjoy his own episode of wild swimming, in the milder waters of the English Channel, in his Adventures with Agatha Christie (More4).
Alan Carr also didn’t enjoy his own episode of wild swimming, in the milder waters of the English Channel, during his adventures with Agatha Christie (More4)
“I look like a Teletubby at a funeral,” complained Alan as he put on a black jumpsuit. Her ordeal was meant to reflect Agatha’s enjoyment of an early morning dip, near her home in Devon.
Alan’s enthusiasm for the idea was about as believable as his tapping on his typewriter – he didn’t even put a sheet of paper in the scroll.
He also flipped through Agatha’s family photo album, cooing about how young she looked when she was a girl.
There was nothing here Christie fans wouldn’t know well: the 1926 disappearance act, the archaeological digs with second husband Paul, the undying popularity of The Mousetrap. But like the re-reading of his books, this series lights a familiar and cozy glow.