A feast of corny comedy featuring resident comic butt-
Masters of ceremonies over the years included Eamonn Andrews, Leslie Crowther, Michael Aspel, Ed Stewart and Stu Francis. It never attracted huge pop names like The Beatles, but it was usually worth the watch.
The show properly prepared us for the weekend. It was like a panto, but you didn’t have to wait until Christmas. It had it’s own repertory company, which would change every now and again, but the comedy (and the gags) didn’t. Few shows conjure up so much audience anticipation as “it’s Friday, it’s five to five, it’s Crackerjack!” Then the audience, usually made up of boy scouts and girl guides, then responds the only way it could, by shouting “Crackerjack” back at the MC. To test the show’s respect and celebrity, feel free to do the following, stand on a crowded street anywhere in the world and shout “Crackerjack” and wait for the response, that’s the way to spot a Brit abroad.
The final series in the mid-
Does anyone still have a Crackerjack pencil? They might have been six of them to a box.