Fear not, I'm not going to give you a boring-snoring list of my TV favourites, apart from anything else it would be an exceedingly short list! The fact is that slowly but inexorably I am drifting away from TV, and I am part of the generation that was captivated by it 'back in the day'. Of course, it is easy to just denounce today's programmes as rubbish compared to yesterday's but I suspect it has more to do with one's critical faculties increasing over time. Back then we accepted almost everything with gratitude. But not now!
For a start, the news, which used to be on par with Holy scripture, is now almost entirely suspect. Anyone with more than three brain cells will take what is reported on BBC or Sky as merely provisional and subject to confirmation elsewhere. I never put up with soap operas and it was only due to my forgiving graciousness - sorry, did you something? - that I put up with the 'Memsahib' insisting on watching East Enders and thus saved our marriage! Mind you, even she gave up on it a couple of decades ago. Recently she has switched her attention to old murder mysteries and thus every evening I am subjected to non-stop Jessica Fletcher (who has been solving crimes since the Colonel was a subaltern!), both Barnarby's young and old, that tedious old poke-nose Miss Marple, that smoothy-chops Insp. Linley, and not forgetting - how could one? - Hercule Poirot. I could murder the lot of them!
But "God moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform" and, as it happens, the older I get the deafer I become. Thus, provided the 'Memsahib' keeps the volume down I can manage to read without too much interference - well, as hardly anything exciting ever happens I'm not missing much! Similarly, sport, with the exception of F1 racing, is now as eye-stabbingly boring as everything else. The fact that virtually all the sporting participants are crass, yobbish, millionaire morons of the first water does not add to the attraction, either.
However, as always there is an exception to prove the rule. Entirely by accident a few days ago, I came across a programme via 'Channel4' (or 'More4') called 'The Secret Life of the Zoo". This is a documentary series based on Chester Zoo and so entranced am I by it that I am even contemplating a trip 'ooooop north' to visit the place. By and large, I am not one to get soppy over animals and, sin of sins, I find David Attenborough totally off-putting. Even so, this series is entrancing and perhaps the best thing about it are the humans, that is, the ordinary guys and gals who are the keepers, the feeders, the 'muckers-out' and whose love for the animals they care for, despite some of them being unbelievably ugly (the animals not the keepers - behave!), shines forth. When it is on, I actually put my book down!