Television for me is a novelty because I don't have one, so when I am able to watch I'm afraid I get a bit carried away and don't know when to turn it off. I'm just back from Barry's house, my excuse is I'm sitting with Scruff to keep him company, but it's also an opportunity to become a zombie and sit in front of the goggle box. There isn't much of interest on but I zap across the channels like a woman possessed, trying to find something decent to watch.
The programme I have just seen was about police sorting out problems across Lincolnshire. It seems I live in a county full of rowdy drunks who are intent on resisting arrest, but are persuaded to give in when they are face down on the floor. Not a lot of choice when they are handcuffed.
I've watched the paramedics and air ambulance going about their business doing some wonderful work in rescuing people from smashed up cars. They really do deserve every penny they get for doing that job.
I've watched people revealing some weird and yucky problems in that Embarrassing Bodies medical programme. How those people can drop their pants and display their genitals on national television I do not know. Surely it's better to go to your own doctor for problems of a delicate nature. Put me off my flippin tea.
I can only stand 30 seconds of that wotsisname Kyle show. Good grief, four people on stage all argueing and sobbing, and threatening to kill each other. Do people really watch that codswallop?
On a more positive note I've watched my favourites, Last of the Summer Wine, Heartbeat, and Monkey Life, the documentary about Monkey World in Dorset. It's been wall to wall footie, and you can't get much more boring than that. Thank goodness I don't have a tele.