It was a huge part of my life.
It's difficult to connect the 17 year old me who watched the first episode, ten years ago, with the 27 year old me of today. At the time, I guess the show was an escape, a chance to forget the fairly miserable teenage existence I was living and be immersed in a world of success, community, and, most of all, friendship.
It was that close bond between the 22 people that really won over my heart, the idea that a simple daytime game show consisting of opening a couple of boxes could bring so many different people together. Gaz's game from May 2006 will always be my favourite episode of the show - not only for the remarkable turnaround and huge win (taking out the 250k in the first box but going on to win 100k), but it's also the increasing pandemonium of the contestants as he gets closer to the end that was one of the most powerful things I'd witnessed on a television game show. This being the early days of it, it wasn't engineered, wasn't manufactured or in any way forced by any outside influences, they're genuinely getting swept up in real, unscripted euphoria - and when that box opened, and the (first ever!) pitch invasion takes place, the whole studio literally screaming his name over and over again...ok, yeah. I cried. Incredible, timeless television.
I reached my peak of love for the show during the winter of 2006-07. Most of the 22 were posting on this forum or other equivalents. A huge wave of luck sweeped the show with several major wins, and, of course, the first 250k winner. I had grown to become so part of the online Deal or No Deal community that it had become my complete dominant social life, the only people I could talk to on a day to day basis and every evening on this forum (and the chatroom, where I spent far too many hours and sleepless nights) was a huge joy. So when one of the contestants invited me to a reunion evening, bloody hell I was there in an instant.
Picture the scene. I'm a terrified, skinny 18 year old, on my own, having barely left the house for most of the last few years. I meet all the people I'd seen on TV every day of the week, some who's games had yet to air at the time. They're all absolutely incredible. I'm given, up to that point, one of the greatest, joyous evenings of my life meeting people who I'd watched on TV and could only dream of having friendships as close as the ones I was seeing, and every one turning out to be as genuine and kind-hearted as the personalities that were showing on the screen - often even more so. I would attend three more contestant gatherings that summer, and eventually find my way into the show's audience that spring, meet Noel, and open a Viewer's Competition box - I still have my blue box seal somewhere, along with a book of signed autographs from everyone from 1p winners to 250k Laura to Noel himself.
By the end of 2007, the trust and goodwill shown to me by both this forum and all the people I'd met in person was impacting positively on me. I was starting to go out more. Meeting new people, finally living a teenage existence that had eluded me for most of my life so far. I still watched the show every day, but something about it didn't feel right anymore. Ok, the contestants I was talking to still seemed lovely enough. But the unscripted joy of that first year or so had led to increasing forced and engineered gimmicks (extra offers, box "gambles", comedy setpieces etc) and generally an atmosphere that would lead to constant on-screen emotion so overwhelming it became too much. If one contestant breaks down in tears, I would feel heartbroken for them. If 22 contestants break down in tears, every episode, every round, it becomes completely normal and I begin to feel cut off from the show. What started out as astonishing was becoming standard, forced, and eventually frustrating, and I realised that my love affair with the show, sadly, was coming to an end. Once a guy called Clive had played his show in January 2008 - a hilarious episode and the best for a long time - I decided it was a perfect moment to bow out on. My Deal or No Deal era was over.
Yeah, I've seen episodes since. Most notably around Alice's 250k win and h2005's episodes I briefly got back in the show again, and still found it entertaining, but slowly increasing adaptations to the format (the hour long episodes, box 23, offer buttons etc) gave me fewer and fewer reasons to keep following a show that worked best with 22 boxes and six offers. The last episode I watched was a couple of years ago - the set looked different, Noel looked older and generally it was too far removed from the one I'd enjoyed so much back in the mid-noughties. The show's legacy continues to provide me with surprises - in September 2008, I'm walking home when I hear a shout of "Billy!" and to my absolute surprise it's a member of this forum, someone I'd only communicated online with before who recognised me in the street and said hello. I also ended up in the same pub as h2005 one year, but I didn't realise until later when we both realised we'd been there at the same time. And that video clip of me, back in June 2007 (but filmed in the March) of me struggling to open my Viewer Competition box to the obvious amusement of Noel still raises a smile, and an amusing occasional Facebook profile picture.
Back in my old house in London, I still have a few dozen videos and DVDs of the majority of episodes from the very first in 2005 to the first couple of 2008's, half on VHS and half on DVD. They're stored away somewhere, but should I decide to relive that era of my life one day I'll definitely dig them out and remind myself of the days when a 45 minute Channel 4 game show was the best damn show ever made. Posting about it on the best damn forum ever made with the best damn people ever made.
So yeah. Happy 10th birthday, Deal or No Deal. Thanks for making the rest of my life happen. And thank you to all the people, whether on the show or not, whose lives have changed for the better because of you. You were one hell of a programme.
Away I go