Fans of the classic 80s late-night Channel 4 show that was Club X, amongst others, will be sad to learn of the death of Regina Fong.
I’ve had a quick look on Google and struggled to find anything on Club X. The TV Cream entry is brief and dismissive. Off The Telly says this:
In terms of expense and airtime alone, Club X turned out to be one of Channel 4’s biggest disasters. Attempting to marry pop culture with contemporary art in as ambitious a manner as possible, both Charlie Parsons – its editor – and C4 fatally overreached themselves. In an intriguing interpretation of focus groups, Parsons cited the English National Opera – "it’s packed with 16 to 23-year-olds!"- as proof that "there is a young arts educated audience to be catered for. By putting the fun back into art Club X is more than equipped to extend this audience even further." But there was nothing fun about Club X. Each edition lasted a sprawling 90 minutes; the plethora of features never gelled; its lofty pretentiousness clashed with its often somewhat seedy content; and chief presenter Murray Boland struggled gamely to link it all together against a studio background of deafening noise and crowds wandering all over the place. Unbelievably, it was initially repeated on Sunday afternoons at 2pm – until protests about sketches poking fun at Dickie Valentine and Eric Morecambe woke C4 up to just what was going on. A second series was never commissioned; out of the ruins, though, emerged The Word and youth TV for the 1990s.
I’m not sure that it is fair to say that there was no fun in Club X. It was certainly anarchic, and the sight of a horde of naked women creating a work of art by daubing themselves in poster paint and then running at a huge canvas has certainly stuck in my mind, as has the excellent Victor Lewis-Smith "Buygones" slots, which were nothing short of marvellous. I used to enjoy it, but maybe I was just young and impressionable.