Following on from my attempted non-rant about Margaret Thatcher Day, someone reminded me of this clip.
I was never a big fan of Spitting Image, to be honest - there were some funny bits, but they aimed low and dumbed it down to promote the viewing figures, and - for me - the inherent paradox of satire looms overall:
If you mock everything, and do not stand for anything yourself, then your criticism carries no weight; if you invariably poke fun at the Establishment, then that is just what we expect you to do - it becomes meaningless - a sort of Establishment job.
Whatever, here is Sting's own parody version of his hit record, over the credits at the end of the last show in the first series (1984) - I found it powerful at the time, despite the trivial context, and I think I still do. In amongst all the silliness - in both world affairs and the smaller world of rubber puppets - here is something sincere. That was the Eighties, my friends, and it wasn't all bad, but there's some old friends in the gallery…