Its funny how some people can go from 'rising star' to total obscurity without managing to become a success somewhere along the way. This, alas, was the fate of Paul Squire, a gifted, fresh-faced young impressionist who'd made a big splash on The Royal Variety Show ( B.B.C.-1, 23 November 1980 ). Amongst his repertoire were Les Dawson, John Inman, Frank Spencer and Tom Baker's 'Dr.Who'. His talent for mimicry was quite extraordinary.
A.T.V. snapped him up, and put him in a show which was all about its own making. Each week, we'd see Paul at his ( mock-up ) flat, where he'd be constantly badgered by his producer, writer, and musical director, as well as a bimbo of a secretary. Just before the closing credits rolled we'd be treated to the show-within-a-show's title sequence - 'P.S. Its Paul Squire'.
The format didn't do him justice. It was too limiting. Despite some funny work by the star, and a talented support cast, the end result was a bit flat.
After two seasons, Squire went to the B.B.C. to make 'Paul Squire Esq.' which was absolutely ghastly, a pale imitation of the Mike Yarwood show. It flopped. He returned to I.T.V. in 1983 for one last series - screened at 5.15 P.M. on Mondays - and then it was goodbye forever from Paul Squire. He returned to the cabaret circuit.
He would not be the first comic to fail to find the right television format; Fogswell Flax and Jessica Martin also spring to mind. Despite his youth, Paul was perhaps a little too 'old school' at a time when British television comedy was in the midst of the alternative revolution, as epitomised by 'The Young Ones' and 'The Comic Strip Presents'.
Had Squire caught on, of course, its likely that he would have been extinguished in the same early '90's purge that rid the airwaves of Russ Abbot, Little & Large and Bobby Davro. We shall never know for sure. A shocking waste of talent, all the same.
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