One of the favourite gripes of many old geezers who send messages to the breakfast show presenter Terry Wogan (BBC Radio2 7.30 - 9.300 a.m. Mon-Fri when he's not on holiday) is that there's 'nothing on the tele.'
Tonight was one of those nights. Repeats of stuff which had not thrilled us that much the first time around.
My Leader was sanguine: 'You'll have something on tape,' she opined. 'We can watch one of those films you've taped.'
So I went through the dusty video containers taking up space on the bookshelves and discarded all the western films because she can't be having with cowboys and indians and all that noisy gunfighting stuff. I then discarded Thoroughly Modern Millie, Ice Age and Chicago because we've seen them too many times before, discarded all the Harry Potters ditto and rejected anything with an indecipherable title or a cast of total unknowns.
Wouldn't you know it, the latter decision was a major mistake.
We finished up with a film starring that well known and popular actor George Clooney. It was called Solaris and one of the Radio Times critics must have been smitten by it or I wouldn't have recorded it.
It turned out to be slow, unnecessarily tortuous and done far better in Ground Hog Day.
It was Tripe in Space.
We just about saw it through.
My Leader finally gave a mighty sigh, muttered something like 'Huh' and took to her book.
Me? I'm doing this and I really must learn to ignore the critics.
See you in the pub.
Justin Thyme
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