It’s on Saturday nights that I chortle with glee as I watch television. No, I don’t watch Strictly Come Dancing. I’ve still never seen it. But I was recently introduced to the delights of Hole in the Wall with Dale Winton. I know, darlings, you didn’t think such mindless nonsense would appeal to a sophisticate such as I. And it does get better. What is more entertaining than Harry Hill’s TV Burp?
No, I don’t get out much.