I watch very little TV.  Which makes the bits that I do see all the more astonishing.  I was climbing out of the garb at the end of a longish day and saw ten minutes of ‘I’d do anything’ in which some apparently sensible and considerably [vocally] talented girls sang for Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber who appeared to be sitting in Las Vegas in a pair of pink pyjamas.  And instead of picking a winner, they seem to be going through an interminable process of humiliating them one at a time, week by week.  Agonising, exploitative, degrading .. just some of the adjectives that come to mind.

Added to my collection of Perthshire sayings today at a splendid congregational lunch:

‘Do have some pheasant.  It’s on the Aaaga.’