Do you do that thing where you take boxsets of older TV programmes and watch them straight through?
Not really, but then again I don’t watch much TV in general. I will watch things like The Apprentice because it’s on television and my wife is a bit of a TV bird. She’ll watch The Apprentice and Britain’s Got Bloomin’ Talent, which we’ve just all about had enough of. I don’t know about anyone else but I’m just about fed up with it. Radio presenters that you have a lot of respect for start giggling ridiculously in the morning over bloomin’ Stavros Flatley and then you watch it in the evening and you’re disappointed. There’s this family thing and this whole notion that Britain’s now becoming this blubbing sentimental nation over a middle-aged Scottish woman singing reasonably well. I think this has all happened since the passing of Diana Princess of Wales. We’ve become this nation of blubber-buns, you know? And it’s too much for me. I’ve just got to leave the room, I say ‘OK, enjoy Stavros Flatley’, I just go out of the room. Whereas The Apprentice I can quite sort of see that. Watching
