The Anonymous Widower

Time for a Moan

So Murray’s finished with Wimbledon for another year and life can back to normal.

Perhaps a night in watching the television.  But then if today’s Pick of the Day from The Times is anything to go by as to the quality of what’s on, I suspect we should give that a miss.

Horne and Corden – The golden boys of Gavin and Stacey, Mathew Horne and James Corden, were rewarded with their own sketch show on BBC Three, which attracted a record audience of 817,000 for the first episode. After that, it was downhill all the way. Directed by Kathy Burke, the show was roundly slated for being amateurish, crude and aggressively unfunny. Viewing figures collapsed, with only 434,000 bothering with the final episode. In one sketch, two teachers give a joint lesson to a class on how to draw penises; in another, James Corden keeps shouting “I’m going to come!” while having sex. Elsewhere, he pulls up his shirt and rolls his stomach in front of a burger bar as a form of consumer complaint. The acting is accomplished enough, but that’s as far it goes. Viewers on terrestrial television can now find out what they haven’t been missing.

There’s no decent sport on the box either.

So perhaps, I could go to the cinema.  In Haverhill, there appears to be nothing on and anyway, I hate going to the cinema by myself.  I’ve only done it a couple of times and that was usually in somewhere like Boston, when I had a couple of hours to kill.  I remember, that I saw Crocodile Dundee there and they laughed in different places to everybody else, such was their view of New York.

Then I could go for a walk.  But at present, I’m crippled with a foot that I cut on Holkham Beach.  I’m now on penicillin for it – gluten-free of course!

So I’m reduced to watching Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads on UK Gold.

Such is my lot. At least I can waste time trying to cook something nice.

July 3, 2009 - Posted by AnonW | World | Entertainment, Widowhood