Love, Lies and Records - Love, lies and too much more
My kids used to like a book called The Busy World of Richard Scarry, in which animals dressed as humans scurried about, going to work or enjoying their leisure time, all being terribly busy and pressed for time.
Motherland and The Detectorists herald a good time for new comedy
Comedy seems to be stuck in a timewarp at the moment – just look at the reboot of Porridge currently clogging up BBC1, or ponder the inexplicable success of Mrs Brown’s Boys, which attracts millions of viewers despite being as funny as a poke in the eye with a stick.
I had a telephone call the other day. No great surprise there then, in fact there are some days when I would be considerably better off if I got paid a fiver for every call I receive rather than the salary I receive.
It has been a central part of British life for almost a century, but the BBC seems to be under attack more than ever. The right thinks it’s a hotbed of leftist luvvies, while the left sees it as an organ of state-sponsored propaganda.