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A place where I can lament the changing times; for eccentric comments on current affairs and for unfashionable views, expressed I hope, in cogent style; also occasional cris de coeur largely concerned, I regret to say, with myself.
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Monday, 30 December 2013
Flog It (to death?)
There is a television programme, on BBC2 called "Flog It!" where members of the public are invited to bring antique and/or collectible items for valuation and usually to be sold at auction.
The programme is presented by a profoundly irritating individual by name Paul Martin. Martin has an annoying camp voice and displays appalling familiarity to the participants, extending even to placing his arm around the shoulders of various old, or not-so-old ladies. He asks them "And what will you do with the money?" - that is the money (less the auctioneers' commission) realised from the sale of their items.
I have nothing worth selling, but if I did, it would give me great pleasure to reply to the money question "mind your own fucking business" or perhaps taking a leaf from Vivian Stanshall's book, "I think I'll become an alcoholic" or even "I think I'll stick it all up my nose."
Horrible common stuff - with the BBC feeling as it so often does these days, that it must play to the gallery.
Until the next time