Post 252. ANOTHER CHANGE.

JUST A FEW WORDS.

Regarding this blog. 

Once, at a charity organisation meeting no less, I

found myself sitting beside a gent who had been 

very successful in business and had handed 

on a flourishing enterprise to his sons when he

retired. 

A major factor in the perpetuation of a 

thriving business, he told me, is change: without 

change even the most secure concern will die. 

So, to offset my abject failure in the parallel blog

stakes (see post 251), I have determined to do

again what I did way back when this blog was 

The Oldies (and have considered doing a couple of

times since), change the heading for something a 

bit less Elvis Costello (below) than Watching the 

Detectives. 

"Why oh why?" you may cry aloud, if 

you are the sort of person who instinctively 

questions such trivia or routinely contacts Points 

of View. 

Well...

"Because I can" is no longer an acceptably cliche'd

response and: 

"Because I seldom watch detectives on tele now"

would be a less than honest one. 

Fact is I have only recently 

read ol' Elvis's Watching the Detectives lyrics. 

Whatever he was on at the time, good luck to 

him. It passed me by. My loss I suspect. 

But, in keeping with the need for change, from 

next month this blog will be headed Den  

Barnden: watching when the faeces hits the fan. 

That's change enough for me.

READING. 

Terry Pratchett. Finished The Fifth Elephant

which was right up to the usual Sir Tel standard. 

My money was on the right side, too. If you've 

not read it, it's well worth the trip to your local 

bookshop or library.

TELEVISION. 

Mostly we have been immersed in the sort of 

drop-off-to-sleep stuff that sedate lower middle 

class folk are expected to watch: i.e. nothing too 

foul-mouthed, violent, or hide-behind-the-sofa. 

We have been watching The Great British Bake 

Off and George Clarke's Amazing Spaces [which

can both be a bit close to the knuckle] and my 

Leader is fascinated by Say Yes To The Dress 

which, I believe, is a hive of effin' and blindin.' 

Strictly Come Dancing is back now, too. Is there 

no end to the utter depravity of it all? 

Me? I like Beck (BBC Four) a Swedish detective 

who talks in his own language and has English 

subtitles. Even at my doziest that keeps me awake.

FOOTBALL - as at Post 2(45).

What football? 

What hope now?

You bloody fool. 

THAT'S IT.

All being well, back next month as 

DEN BARNDEN: WATCHING WHEN THE 

FAECES HITS THE FAN.