Monday, 7 February 2011


My obituary of Jack LaLanne is in today's Independent; you can link to it here. It's hard to describe exactly how weird it was, as a kid in the Fifties, to watch Jack on TV primarily because there was little else on (Capt. Kangaroo? Gimme a break!) and to understand instinctively that he was promulgating a culture that didn't fit (if you'll pardon the pun) into our meat-and-potatoes, highballs with dinner, culture. I'm always amazed we don't see the housewives in Mad Men exercising to Jack and Happy. But it worked for him, all the way to 96, which somehow got lost from the top of the piece...RIP, Jack.

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