MERRY YULETIDE TO YOU ALL.
Have a peaceful holiday.
I am working Christmas eve, 3-7 on BBC London. Then sitting in for Vanessa from Boxing Day for a week.
Do join me.
I dont know about you but this year seems unlike anything I have ever experienced. The tree is up, has been for two weeks, the lights are lit, the candles burning, the fire filled with logs. But I feel about as festive as a verruka.
Month: December 2011
Fruit jobs
I look forward to ‘Strictly Come Dancing’, I really do.
I was invited to go today to a recording of the show but family bits got in the way.
I like the judges, the music, the costumes and the dancing, I cry when they get it right and marvel at the speed of the improvement of their fleckles.
Two weeks ago I would have changed channels to watch The X Factor. But forgive me it is so crass and meaningless that I can’t bear it any more. Not to mention the sadistic nature of the judging, and I was in love with Gary Barlow. Now he sounds like a smug, Mancunian millionaire with not a lot of compassion.
‘You Tube’ is full of little clips of American X Factor, Japanese X Factor. English X Factor, Mongolian X Factor. I hate it all. Sitting in front of a screen with nothing but the will to criticise poor wannabees without a thought in their heads accept their 15minutes of tawdry fame