As a bit of a follow up to my recent blog about the pay scandal at the BBC, one of my greatest fans, *Cottage Colin Norton, wrote to me about the biggest female earner at the BBC, Claudia Winkleman.
Now, I have no right to comment on the talent scale of Ms Winkleman because, such is my apathy to mainstream TV, I don't really know what she does, some dancing or something of the like, I think.
What I do know now, thanks to Colin, is that she ...
Such is our race to nuclear oblivion, news comes and goes at a rate that is so fast these days it is hard to keep up. Is it just me or does the alleged BBC pay scandal already seem like it was about 10 years ago?
The so called scandal centred around women at the BBC getting paid less than men, with the Beeb taking a good pasting in the press. As you would expect, the stick they received came from media organisations seeking to destroy what ...
I bumped into a chap out on his push bike when I was walking the dog today. He was one of those cyclists who looked like he meant business, slender in build and equipped with lightweight rucksacks and waterproofed ordnance survey maps that you have to remortgage your house to purchase.
Anyway, he had ridden from Shawford near Winchester and was heading out towards Micheldever when I bumped into him, rather conveniently, outside the ...
With the multiple TV channels that all televisions have these days, it is really difficult to find anything but multiple shit TV shows featuring a load of distractionary dross.
Most of the interesting dramas or topical productions are hidden away largely unadvertised, 'Frankie Boyle's New World Order' and 'The Handmaids Tale' being two recent examples.
The argument is that broadcasters are only producing what the public wants but if we ...
I was strolling along The River Test near Houghton today and when I was walking across the bridge on the third stretch, I saw an elderly man approaching me in the obligatory River Test uniform which features a mustard shirt, pink slacks and well worn but expensive looking moccasins.
"Good morning", I said, in a hearty accent that was far posher than my normal one (I must stop doing that and just accept I am a serf).
"Good morning...you ...
