A celebration

Hello. There are some wonderful television programmes out there, aren't there. Some beautiful and moving ones, and some clever and dramatic ones, and some that really force you to think about life and issues and Stuff. Is it really my fault that I keep falling in love with the rubbish ones instead? Probably, but I don't care. Anyway.

Back in the days when Britain's Channel 5 had just started, and was shiny and new and enthusiastic, they made friends with a New Zealand channel called Channel 9. Channel 5 and Channel 9 made lots of television programmes together, mostly starring the same half dozen kids, and all with very little budget, and writers with probably more bounce than sense. One such show was The Tribe, which I loved, all about civilisation falling apart, and humanity going all Lord Of The Flies. Then it went rubbish and everybody stopped watching, but it was still good to begin with. Another thing they did was to film a bunch of Enid Blyton's books, and it's these that I feel it's time I celebrated. Because they need celebrating. Mostly because I'm the only person who ever watched them.

( There are no hardboiled egg sandwiches or bottles of ginger beer under here )