The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer

The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer was a BBC TV sketch show written by and starring double act Vic Reeves & Bob Mortimer. Its first series appeared in 1993 following the duo's move to the BBC after parting company with Channel 4. The show marked a continuation of Reeves & Mortimer's bizarre, anarchic and frequently silly comedy that they had first explored on Channel 4's Vic Reeves Big Night Out, with a number of important differences.

Firstly, Mortimer was now Reeves's partner as opposed to his assistant on the previous programme. As well as getting his name in the title, he shared the trademark prop-strewn desk with Reeves.

With virtually all of the Vic Reeves Big Night Out characters consigned to the past (only Greg Mitchell and the Stotts survived, the Stotts appearing in the second series), a whole range of new characters appeared. The show also featured pre-recorded sketches and a lavish studio set, laden with columns and pillars and in the centre the enormous letters R&M, from which the duo emerged at the start of each show.

The show would usually close with the song "Let's Have A Little Bit More," which saw the duo enthusing about the smells of things, from "Pol Pot's Dungarees" to "Lulu's Hairdos."

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