Not that any of you would dream of doing such a reprehensible thing, but I trust you’re not forgetting that this evening marks the very summit of (these days mostly East-) European musical achievement with the fifty-second Eurovision Song Contest, starting at 2000BST in Helsinki but available, through the miracle that is the cathode ray tube, in the comfort of your own homes. Continue reading
Okay, so I’ve been lazy at the whole updating thing again. C’mon: you must be used to it by now.
So now that I’m back again, let’s talk about something hitherto largely unexplored within these hallowed virtual-pages. I know we’ve touched upon my love for Doctor Who on a couple of occasions, but whilst this is the pinnacle of my personal fandom – and rightly so – I must confess to something of a fondness for rather a lot of archive telly.
I can kid myself, if I so choose, that I don’t watch much television. Outside of Doctor Who (Saturdays at 7 – don’t forget, now), there’s very little on the box these days that I’d consider making an appointment to view. Of course, this thin veil of deceit can be cut through all-too-easily by anyone who cares to point to the modest pile of DVDs and videos stacked to the left of the tellybox.
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