Man I don’t need TV when I got…

To mangle the words of David Bowie via Mott the Hoople; “Man I don’t need TV when I got…the Internet”. With apologies to T-Rex. I’m not a TV snob. I watched lots of it. It informed and entertained me in my formative years but I fell out of the habit because there was less and…

Television. What The Hell Happened?

Mind you, ITV (which didn’t really start mass broadcasting until the school day was finished) with Ballet for all before even Hatty Town (a delightful stop motion series in which everyone was a hat who lived in a house shaped like a hat. I know, sound a bit drug induced but it was charming). Later…

The Art of Last feat. Last The Whole Night Through & Long

My late Dad was not greatly into music. It sounds damming to follow that up by saying that he loved a bit of James Last. I reappraised my youthful dismissal of Mr Last after seeing a documentary made towards the end of his life that showed he was serious about music with a wry sense…