I want to see more of Karen Taylor. If you’ve been watching Touch Me, I’m Karen Taylor, you may not think there’s much more to see. But I came to this series without many expectations – Karen had impressed on The Sketch Show, but we’ve seen other performers’ solo vehicles sink without trace – and ended up warming quite considerably to the potty-mouthed Cumbrian lass.
TV comedy has been going through a bit of a dry spell for, oh, several years now. The good old British sitcom has died on its arse, with most of the decent shows now on coming from America. The sketch show has been pfuttering along on an empty tank, running off the reflected glory of The Fast Show. The fashion nowadays is for Office-style docucoms, which are notoriously hard to pull off, and satirical panel shows, which have pretty much reached saturation point.
So if you see something with potential, grab it with both hands. Touch Me has been hit-and-miss, sure, but such is the nature of the sketch show, and a relatively high proportion of hits is the most you can hope for. Plus, some bits – the pervy schoolteacher was a standout – showed genuine inspiration. Another series please, or at least a rerun on BBC2. This blog demands it.