Don’t knock daytime TV, says Lloyd Evans. It may be mindless and banal, but it is entertainment in its purest form
It’s happening right now. I just had a flick-through and it’s all going on. You wouldn’t believe it. A Labrador called Pongo has been squashed by a tractor and is having his broken paw fixed at the vet. A grandmother from Dartford is trying to raise funds for her daughter-in-law’s wedding by auctioning a trunkload of heirlooms. And Mandy and Oona (in the blue), are hoping to make a bigger profit at the car-boot sale than Vaughan and Sanjay (in the red). It’s gripping stuff, take my word for it. If you work in an office, the world of daytime TV may not have crossed your consciousness, but if your sitting room is also your workplace, as mine is, then the little grey square in the corner is a constant temptation.
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