Back in the early 1990s here in England, Noel Edmunds introduced a giant pink anarchist onto the set of his TV show Noel Edmund’s House Party.
A light entertainment programme, it nevertheless unleashed Mr. Blobby on the world. Keen to know more? Blobby, blobby, blobbbyyy!!!
Created by the writer Charlie Adams, Mr. Blobby is a giant pink thing with with yellow spots, a perpetual grin of insanity, and giant oogly eyeballs.
Hyperactive to the point of lunacy, he communicates by shrieking “Blobby!” in an electronically distorted voice.
His typical discourse is as follows, “Blobby, blobby, blobbbyyy!!” Come to think of it, that’s really close to what Scooby says in that other TV show, “Scooby, dooby, dooooooo!!”
Despite the seeming limitations of this, Noel Edmunds appears to understand Mr. Blobby’s insane ranting. Kind of like a surreal version of Han Solo and Chewbacca from Star Wars.
Although some dismiss Mr. Blobby as a man in a suit, we’re fairly certain he’s real – we’ve seen him on live television, there’s your proof.
Obviously this thing is aimed at kids as a, sort of, wacky character. And it was all rather harmless, it’s just looking at Mr. Blobby now as *ahem* adults we find it mildly disturbing.
Now he was a bit of a sensation in the early 1990s and Edmunds milked that cash cow for all its worth. Even with a Christmas single that went in at No. 1.
We thought about including it here, but it’s far too irritating. It’s on YouTube if you’re desperate to listen to it.
On Noel Edmund’s show, Mr. Blobby was typically wheeled out to do something ridiculous. There were also comedy skits where he’d do things normal people would for subversive humour factor.
But it wasn’t long until criticism started to funnel on in. In 1994 The New York times, aware of the craze for whatever reason, considered the character England’s response to Barney the Dinosaur.
"Seven feet tall and shaped like a bowling pin, Mr. Blobby began his life as a doodle. He was intended as a minor, ephemeral character on a BBC show called Noel's House Party. Now he enjoys all the perks -- and anxieties -- of a media superstar ... Mr. Blobby's rise to stardom has provoked anguished commentaries about just what he stands for -- the so-called Blobby question. Some commentators have called him a metaphor for a nation gone soft in the head. Others have seen him as proof of Britain's deep-seated attraction to trash. Mr. Blobby 'is not some aberration of taste but an intrinsic part of British culture,' one columnist wrote in The Sunday Times of London, adding, 'But it's not the part we like to boast about, especially around the Americans.'"
It also reported a seemingly forgotten moment in Mr. Blobby’s history. The Sun (a tawdry right-wing tabloid here) reported in 1994 that the pink one reduced a little girl to tears.
In his anarchic style, he ran on stage and threw her birthday cake on the floor. Enraged at such an injustice, her father apparently rushed up there to punch Mr. Blobby in the face.
More recently, journalists for The Independent and The Guardian have, in a state of dazed bemusement, questioned how the craze came about.
Why did the character became a massive hit immediately? Just like Crazy Frog did a decade ago, along with that Gangnam Style thing a couple of years back.
They come out of nowhere, then everyone is astonished at the genius, then people begin to realise they’re annoying.
It’s just one of those things. There will be many more – they come out of nowhere, have their moment in the sun (and The Sun), then clear off into obscurity.
Except Mr. Blobby continues to endure. He clings to the public conscience long after a marketing team peddled him to the nation mercilessly.
What a legacy. He lurks as a PTSD deep in the depths of many a British person’s subconscious. Blobby, blobby, blobbbyyy!!!