Yesterday we found a lovely new cafe in Ayton Road. It was called Grazie and Jakes. They were promoting a local author and her books were on sale, although they weren't as they had just sold the last one.
Susan Bennett has just released a crime novel. I agreed to buy one next time I go in and they offered to sell copies of our book "Hell in Paradise."
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At last the rain stopped albeit temporarily, so was able to cut the grass and do some general clearing up in the afternoon. Every time we do some general clearing up we end up filling bags of rubbish that is then transferred to our brown garden refuse bin. I did enjoy the joke on one blue bin from another part of the country. Somebody had written on it "this bin identifies as green."
I was driven out into the garden by daytime television. Yes we have yet another one - jolly travel shows that is. The latest seems in this case to have taken the place of Doctors which suddenly seems to have disappeared and which is going to disappear altogether later in the year. Until then those of us who are fans and don't understand why such a light and enjoyable programme is being axed are left to wonder why it has now been replaced with Clive Myrie travelling around Italy telling us in a jovial matey kind of way what it is about Italy that he loves so much - other than the free trips with pay on the BBC of course.
Programme Controller: "We need to replace Doctors?"
Assistant: "Why when it seems popular and viewers seem to enjoy it."
Controller: "Exactly. It's not good when people have easy access to what they want."
Assistant: "So what are you replacing it with?"
Controller: "Well I thought we should have another travel show with a celebrity."
And so in comes our Clive, beaming with bonhomie, joining in with parties, going to nightclubs and generally helping us to see what a great fun guy he is when it's obvious he would rather go to bed early with a good book.
"This is not the way I normally spend my evening," says Clive as he beams once again. After about 10 minutes of this dross I feel impelled to go and pull up some weeds.
These sickly sweet personality travel programmes do my head in as they say. Simon Reeve - now there's a different kind of travel show altogether. He goes to places that would be your worst nightmare. Mr Reeve doesn't beam at the camera, but he does bring you the history of some of the world's most dangerous places.
What he does is riveting and not a nightclub in sight. This week he was in Burma or Myanmar as it is now also known although some countries still call it Burma. He was looking at the treatment of the Rohingya Muslims. Last week he was in Columbia talking about drug trafficking. These are programmes of value rather than total froth aimed at people who genuinely think that so called celebrities like Clive Myrie are bringing us something of value.
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Got up yesterday morning and switched on Breakfast TV to find it had gathered together many of the sub postmasters and postmistresses wrongly accused of stealing money from the Post Office. Every time I see such programmes I get more and more angry. Many are still waiting for compensation but the lying, the corruptness, the covering up by those who were in the know is simply mind numbing. I'm going to put this subject to bed now as it just makes me so angry.