Life for Lola

No snow, just dandruff on the lawn this morning. It is very upsetting. The ladyfriend friend said as she heard somone scraping their car "It must have snowed" I said no and that I could hear cars driving on the road, not the muffled eerie sounds that accompany snowfall.

So I am left wanting. I blame the BBC for whipping me up into a frenzy and that rasping weather girl who they have flown up to Yorkshire. Well they can just leave her there and her half baked predictions.

I have gone off the BBC and want my money back. I believe they should introduce pay for view on all their channels and I wouldn't have to shell out for prancing homosexuals buying houses, hospital dramas and David bloody Jason. I reckon if you tot it up in the last ten months I have probably listened to six hours of Radio 2, watched Charles 2nd (which was brilliant), I've been watching that thing about the estate agents on BBC2 (I like that) and have snatched several Saturday Kitchens (which are made up of repeated Cookery programmes). Last night I had to watch the thing about the Miners' strike as there wasn't anything on until Shameless. So in all I've probably watched £50 worth of programmes so from my £116.00 licence fee I feel I am due a rebate.

I think it's time that the BBC and BT should stop charging us just to have a tv and telephone, it's money with menaces. TV is a cultural wasteland now so it aint gonna get any worse. Infact - and I know I'm rambling now - as the programming worsens it may be the very thing that gets people back into the theatres. I'm not talking Pinter or Beckett but a return to old time Victorian variety shows. Baudy evenings with comics, magicians and show girls - that sort of thing would bring back community spirit!