THIS AND THAT
I was dubious on Monday about doing a post on Celebrity Big Brother, but I did it anyway. Little did I think that by Wednesday there would be questions in Parliament, headlines in all the media and Chancellor Brown would have his visit to India overshadowed by the debacle? Effigies of Channel 4 producers were burnt in India and there have been over 17,000 protests. According to a reporter on the Jeremy Vine programme speaking from Mumbai, the Indian people who can’t see the programme, are surprised and shocked by the reports they have read. They felt pride when Shilpa was selected for the programme now there is a movement to ‘Save Shilpa’ and they say Shilpa will fight back with non-violence.
Under pressure OFCOM have now got involved and are monitoring events carefully. Some people feel that the possibility of hidden racism means that it is a good thing to have prompted a debate on what is the real situation in this country.
So far Channel 4 have dismissed the whole affair as ‘cultural differences’ and seem content to see their previously falling ratings go sky high. Shame on them!
On a happier note we drove into the Quantocks yesterday for lunch. I was pleased we weren’t asked at the bar, did I want a large or a small glass of wine. When did this irritating habit start? The barman asks one’s husband, who calls over to ask, by which time everyone is interested to know the answer. If you say a large one you could be a lush and if you say a small one you feel cheated. I don’t want to be asked; I want a normal sized glass of wine and it’s quite possible that I may have a second. OK?
We had a pretty dining room with views of the Brendons.
Geography: - if you drive from Taunton to Minehead, before you get to Williton the hills on the left are the Brendons and the hills on the right are the Quantocks. Yesterday the former were a delicate green and the latter a golden russet. No photos as my camera is misbehaving.
Awful storms again today and my heart goes out to ‘those in peril in the sea’
Eternal Father, strong to save,Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,Who biddest the mighty ocean deepIts own appointed limits keep;Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,For those in peril on the sea.
Words by William Whitchurch. Music by John Dykes
I googled it and actually got the hymn played - a rarity on this computer. The hymn was a favourite of Franklyn D Roosevelt and it was played at his funeral. I give thanks to Google almost daily.
Turns out the thunderous rolling sound I heard just above my head a while ago was a tile blown off the roof, which has crashed through the back porch roof and decimated my streptocarpus. Fortunately neither of us was there at the time.