The condition so unwisely advertised in the last post was not helped by some really buttock-clenching TV last night. Yes, I know I'm the sort of hypocrite who proclaims Roger Scrutonesque distaste for all TV but in practice there are a lot of exceptions. Besides, I'm married to someone from a nation which collectively doesn't realise that the telly has an "off" switch.
Anyway, one of the exceptions is Have I Got News For You, which had invited Ann Widdecombe to present it. Yes, you did read that right. It was seriously painful stuff. She was, as always, a game and unshockable old girl, but didn't come within light-years of getting the point. Trying to exert her authority by cutting off any attempt by Messrs Hislop and Merton to make jokes, which they countered very well by a lot of theatrical cringing. Obviously not up for any banter except on her own terms, i.e. reciting the prepared jokes in her script. Seriously excruciating watching.
And now we get to play Croatia again in the World Cup qualifying. Oh joy. Wonder how many potential England managers are already practising their feeble excuses.
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