Blast from the past

I’m sure I’m not the only Spectator writer (or reader) who doesn’t watch television any more.

I’m sure I’m not the only Spectator writer (or reader) who doesn’t watch television any more. Blame middle age, or lack of time, or the grim, brutal feeling that you’ve seen it all before and can’t be bothered to see it again, or in my particular case the eight years I spent working as a TV critic for newspapers. (In the eyes of one or two people I worked for, no longer enjoying telly would make me better qualified than ever to write about it.) But what with one thing and another, until Christmas Day I hadn’t sat down and watched anything on television (other than cricket) for about five months.

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And what did I see on that day, within the slightly drunken bosom of my extended family? The Christmas Top of the Pops, of course.