… on the way to the bedroom. Oo-er Missus, don’t!
I was happily minding my own business when one of the boys said he had a tv series I might like. Hmmm, I thought, we’ve been here before. With the best will in the world some of the new television programmes, particularly on Sky One, are, not to put too fine a point on it, absolute rubbish: terrible dialogue, gratuitous swearing, violence and sex with a paper-thin plot thrown in for good measure. However, it was just before Newsnight was due to begin so I thought I’d dip in, to show willing. After all, if you keep looking a gift-horse in the mouth, one of these days he’ll stop knocking on your door.
So, an hour or so later and having missed Newsnight completely I settled down to sleep. Then the voices began: What happens next? What happens next? Oh, shut up, count sheep, go to sleep. Noooo – what happens next? Okay, I’ll just have a little peek to see how the next episode begins… …
Ten hour-long episodes with intermissions for chocolate biscuits and cups of tea is no mean feat. As I prowled silently around the kitchen, willing the kettle into silence, I felt like a naughty 4th-former at Malory Towers who was having a midnight feast from the forbidden tuck hamper.
And that’s the tale of how I came to have a missing day yesterday.
I managed to keep up with tanking markets, conflict between Turkey-Iraq, the muted greeting of the Merkel-Sarkozy rescue plan, the Spanish recall of Congress, the arguments about sentencing looters, Delors worrying about his precious EU and race riots in Philadelphia & Wisconsin, to name a few. Blogging, though, was beyond me.
Here are some one-liners you might find interesting. I’m going to have another cup of coffee while I look around the blogs to see what I’ve missed: