Last night’s Parkinson show was genius. Everybody, apart from David Beckham, was fascinating or funny or had something to say. D.B was about as interesting as dried paint. Billy Connoly, Caine, Attenborough - all superb.
This gets me onto another subject - people who write auto-biographies (and biographies) when they are still in their twenties. They haven’t lived their lives yet - I might be interested to hear about them when they are fifty or more. I don’t want to read about the Beckhams or Katy Price etc. It’s commercialism gone rife.
I’ll miss the Parkinson show. Remembering Billy Connoly or Rod Hull/Emu brings back fond memories.
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Some pictures of a robin have been uploaded to Flickr.
David Attenborough