RATINGS: WEEK IN REVIEW
The fear of all middle-managers is the dreaded call to attend an executive training course involving role-playing.
Where was the parent-jarring madness? Gone, it seems, are the days of rock stars mooning or machine-gunning on the Brit Awards stage, or an anarchist band hurling water over the deputy prime minister.
Down through the ages, the UK has often found itself smitten with a fad that promised adventure or riches.
Among the running and jumping of summer 2012, we grappled with the spelling of Taekwando.
I once interrupted a big knobs’ meeting, holding the week’s schedule aloft.
At an evening of cello scraping on Saturday, I was reminded why I couldn’t master a musical instrument.
When I was a humble ratings estimator, an agitated sales exec asked why I’d rated so highly a drama that had yet to air. “Because it’s on in January and it’s got the word ‘summer’ in the title,” I blurted. To my relief, it was believed.
While John Profumo, minister of war and soon-tobe epithet to a scandal, lounged around Bill Astor’s pool at Cliveden more than 50 years ago, talking of things toffs do, Christine Keeler sashayed up and a nation was gripped.
At Christmas, time becomes your own personal property; it’s always five minutes past the yardarm somewhere and there’s usually time for one more mince pie.
It’s been 40 years since the mystery of what happened to Lord ‘Lucky’ Lucan and this week ITV began its two part tale of the Earl who vanished from the bloody Belgravia scene.
It’s almost a Dickensian scene: the remains of a roasted goose sit on a table as a fat, rosy-faced uncle rests contentedly by a roaring fire, sipping his sherry and contemplating his works.
How on earth did it get to be December? I had weeks, if not months, to do my Christmas shopping and now, suddenly, there are just a handful of days left.
“The film was even-handed if not especially illuminating.”