So I’m looking at the seasonal TV schedules trying to find something — anything — to watch.
Britain and the Sea? Probably very well done, but David Dimbleby is such a dangerously feline, OE-manqué, Flashmanesque, living-embodiment-of-the-BBC closet pinko that reviewing it would feel wrong, somehow, like chipping into a fund to buy Chris Huhne an eighth home.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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