FOR YOU PERHAPS.
Not for me.
Following that Bristol lady Brenda's much publicised disgust at Teresa May's snap election decision, the respected (by me, anyway) i columnist Simon Kelner hastened to decry Brenda's attitude on the grounds that we should all welcome every opportunity to vote, however repetitious or inconvenient we may feel it to be, because many people fought and died to give us our voting rights.
Whilst I instinctively side with Mr. Kelner on just about everything, I really do not think that people inveigled into two world wars saw the voting rights of future generations as their prime reason for going to war, let alone for enduring the all too oft ineptitude of their top brass. Neither do I believe that most wartime conscripts sent to the front gave a toss about what sent them there; most of them went because they had no choice and because they wanted to get the whole mess over with as quickly as possible, to get back home and to never talk about it again.
No. When it comes to it, I'm with the lady from Bristol on this one.
Another election? Not for me, thanks.
Oh, I'll go to the polling booth. But I know, no matter how much of a wet plank it may be (viz the one who has just resigned) or whatever guise it adopts, a Tory will be elected over here.
And if I wasn't so bloody-minded I'd stay at home.
C'est la vie.
TELEVISION.
Our recent choices.
Broadchurch (ITV): we watched series 3 and were reminded yet again that Britain is home to some of the finest acting talent in the world.
The Wright Stuff (Channel 5) frontman Matthew Wright apparently does not agree with that opinion. Well, not when it comes to Broadchurch anyway. In advance of looking in on the last series he dismissed it (to television critic Kevin O'Sullivan) as "more over-acting."
Hell, what does he know?
The Boss (BBC 1) is a new daytime quiz show hosted by Glaswegian actress, writer and comedian, Susan Calman. She is good. The format is tiresome.
World Snooker (BBC 2) We have been mesmermized again by those skilful enough to grace the tables at The Crucible, Sheffield, this year. My Leader has taken to calling me away from my computer when one or another of the participants is making an interesting break. Y'don't get more hooked than that. Not in this house y'don't.
I would look in more, but I get fed up with the verbal diarrhoea that engulfs every shot: John Virgo is particularly guilty. I do wish he'd shut up. Don't tell me it's for the visually impaired. He just likes the sound of his own voice.
Ah well.
Not for me.
Whilst I instinctively side with Mr. Kelner on just about everything, I really do not think that people inveigled into two world wars saw the voting rights of future generations as their prime reason for going to war, let alone for enduring the all too oft ineptitude of their top brass. Neither do I believe that most wartime conscripts sent to the front gave a toss about what sent them there; most of them went because they had no choice and because they wanted to get the whole mess over with as quickly as possible, to get back home and to never talk about it again.
No. When it comes to it, I'm with the lady from Bristol on this one.
Another election? Not for me, thanks.
Oh, I'll go to the polling booth. But I know, no matter how much of a wet plank it may be (viz the one who has just resigned) or whatever guise it adopts, a Tory will be elected over here.
And if I wasn't so bloody-minded I'd stay at home.
C'est la vie.
TELEVISION.
Our recent choices.
The Wright Stuff (Channel 5) frontman Matthew Wright apparently does not agree with that opinion. Well, not when it comes to Broadchurch anyway. In advance of looking in on the last series he dismissed it (to television critic Kevin O'Sullivan) as "more over-acting."
Hell, what does he know?
The Boss (BBC 1) is a new daytime quiz show hosted by Glaswegian actress, writer and comedian, Susan Calman. She is good. The format is tiresome.
World Snooker (BBC 2) We have been mesmermized again by those skilful enough to grace the tables at The Crucible, Sheffield, this year. My Leader has taken to calling me away from my computer when one or another of the participants is making an interesting break. Y'don't get more hooked than that. Not in this house y'don't.
I would look in more, but I get fed up with the verbal diarrhoea that engulfs every shot: John Virgo is particularly guilty. I do wish he'd shut up. Don't tell me it's for the visually impaired. He just likes the sound of his own voice.
Ah well.
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