My school trips tended to be to places like Littlehampton or Eastbourne. All revolved around the same dreary experience: where to find shelter from the incessant wind-assisted rain to eat fish paste sandwiches and drink warm, weak squash out of a plastic beaker.
One of the space shuttles is called Endeavour. Some years ago, I watched it launch into the Florida yonder with mad, fiery urgency, catapulting towards the stillness of space. I can’t imagine melancholic Endeavour Morse launching into any yonder but there are times when his fiery urgency boils over.
My Dad had a phrase he usually blurted out from behind the newspaper: “What’s on the idiots’ lantern tonight then?”
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy states, boldly but not inaccurately, that space is big. Really big.
Plenty has already been said about BBC3, but should its shows be in the top 30 consolidated shows?
In the same buildings where Woolies once offered its pick ’n’ mix range of gardening tools, CDs and bleach, pound shops now offer… well, much the same eclectic stuff but all for a pound.
It’s likely that series two of BBC2’s Line Of Duty was dispatched into the world with robust hopes after the dramatic denouement of series one.
In A Streetcar Named Desire, Marlon Brando’s bad boy Stanley stands at the foot of the steamy New Orleans apartment’s stairs and screams “Hey Stella!”. Stella’s languid descent ends in a slightly sweaty tryst; Romeo and Juliet it ain’t.
It may just be an of-the-moment thing, but in this most miserable, annoying, bleak and dank of winters, where chinks of cheeriness are obscured by cold, grey swirling waters, quite a few TV series are enjoying their best of times.
Ardent fans of Scottish League One football still long for one result when Methil’s finest take on the pride of Angus: East Fife 4, Forfar 5.
More than 111 million people watched the Super Bowl in the US. I’m not a great fan of knickknacks, but the idea of watching a big bowl seems preferable to me than sitting through the seemingly wilfully obtuse game that is American Football.
It’s winter and if in the hearth there burns just a candle, then the dear old television set compensates with many a warming treat.
“He undermined his argument with soundbites from the usual Socialist Worker types”