Midsomer Murders

TV is so full of inverted snobbery that it’s quite nice to sit down to Midsomer Murders, which is as middle class as you can get. So on Sunday night we veg in front of John Nettles, fresh from the same plastic surgeon as Kryten from ‘Red Dwarf’. The plots…

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Introducing the LTLP.

The LTLP is waiting for me on my return from the market. “I. Am. Really. Pissed. Off.” I close the car door warily. This is not an encouraging phrase to hear, first thing on a Saturday and, more to the point, immediately after a visit to the hairdressers. Her hat…

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I write to Amazon

I write a letter to Amazon. It is not a stroppy letter, it is courteous and well-thought-out. Stroppy letters don’t work, and are written by pompous arses so they can smugly claim ‘that TOLD them!’ as they bore their golf club mates with the interminable story of their washing machine…

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I want to buy a CD

I want to buy a CD. ‘Happiness from a Distant Star’ by Animals That Swim. So I order in from Amazon. Limited availability, two in stock, one to two weeks blah blah blah. It arrives. I open it. They haven’t sent me ‘Happiness from a Distant Star’ by Animals that…

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