Obviously they are cheap to make and I just think "oh no not another cookery programme" in the same way as I think "oh no not another reality TV programme," and "Oh no not another contrived quiz with so many rules that you can't understand what's going on."
I don't like Gregg Wallace much either. After a time so called celebrities just become caricatures of themselves. Gregg Wallace tries to sound hard and aggressive. I'm sure that in real life he's a lovely bloke but I just don't like his staccato shouty delivery.
But in the new advert for Masterchef (or something like that) he does use a phrase that probably took the script writer months to think up.
"This is where the wave of ambition hits the rock of reality," Greg shouts into the camera. And I thought about this and it pretty well sums up this blog if you think about it.
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Critics now what do they know? They have panned the newest ITV drama Red Eye but it's one of the few I've enjoyed although at times the dialogue is rather school boyish (not school girlish despite these times of equality).
I'm finding Red Eye quite tense and enjoyable. It's a rather contrived plot but hey ho. I'm also enjoying reading a novel I picked up from the library. I read The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair quite sometime ago and thought it one of the best novels written about small town America that I had come across. Now I'm reading "The Enigma of Room 622" and again I'm finding it difficult to put down.
Joel Dicker is Swiss and writes in French but the books have been translated into English. Dicker places himself as a character in the novels, which is an interesting thing to do. There's probably quite a bit of truth in there, although they are works of fiction with a plots that weave around all over the place. I've decided to place myself into my autobiography.
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Last evening we had the village annual parish meeting. It was much ado about nothing to quote Shakespeare and lasted under an hour. I will get a few bits and pieces into the May Hethersett Herald which will be online either today or tomorrow, depending on what time I have.
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My how time flies. We all say it but it's true. You look back on something you thought happened a few weeks ago and find it was four years ago. I measure time flying by how often our rubbish has to be put out.
Today the ordinary rubbish is due to be collected around 6.30 am. They come very early with the noise of the lorry, the noise of chatter and occasionally someone singing. Next week it will be the green recyclable bin, but the one that for me marks the march of time is the brown bin for garden rubbish.
We have to pay extra for this and I hate to see it empty which means a lot of last minute gardening in an attempt to fill it up. It's collected every other Friday (again at around 6.30 am so it has to be put out the night before unless you feel like getting up at some ridiculous hour).
The dates for the brown bin come round so quickly and suddenly you are faced with two days to go and it's empty. Two days to fill it up and of course it's raining so there is little chance. So I chuck a vase of dead flowers in just so I can put the bin out. Yes I know I need not put it out but then I feel I'm paying for a service that I'm not using.
Today I am planning to go on the bus journey to my old haunts as mentioned a few days ago. If I do I will report back tomorrow.