Making it to the Top of My Own List

I listen to Radio 2, which I’m sure will come as no surprise!   On Thursday’s, there is a ‘higher or lower’ song feature, requiring the lovely sports presenter (never seen him, just sounds like a good egg) to guess whether the second song was out earlier or later than the first one played.   Anyway, last week it was ‘Good Enough’ by Dodgy, which took me right back to the day I got my finals.   My friend K had stayed over at my house, having travelled back to Liverpool to get the results.   We hit my local the night before and somehow K managed to rip her jeans on the way home and we never worked out why.   Seven pints does seem to dull the brain cells.   The morning of the results, the radio alarm went off and the song playing was ‘Good Enough’ (clearly not listening to Radio 2 when I was 21!).   As it turned out it was more than good enough as I nabbed a better classification that I had been expecting! It got me thinking about K, and how we’re ju...

I love telly.   There, I’ve said it.   I gorge on books, spend more time on Facebook than is appropriate for a woman of my age, don my trainers a couple of times a week and jump about, enjoy the therapeutic value of a bit of baking and what have you, but I do love a good old session of square-eyesism.   And demand TV has revolutionised my viewing.   I’m a busy woman, work full time, including at least one late night a week, house, family and a magically re-filling washing basket, so my real-time viewing opportunities are limited.   Plus our TV only seems to have two channels – Sky Sports and Pop! (not even Tiny Pop anymore, sniff sniff at my baby not being a baby!) and so   I do very much appreciate a bit of catch-up. Husband and I have a bit of a Venn diagram approach to joint viewing, with my side consisting of hospital dramas, anything starring Rob Lowe, 'women's stuff', and his consisting of sport and Masterchef, and our common ground being Midsome...