The Phantom Raspberry Blower Of Old London Town

Obviously you will have heard of the death of Ronnie Barker. It was announced yesterday. Cue the BBC endlessly repeating the same bite-size clips of him being funny, while voices droned on about his acting talent and writing skills, only pausing momentarily at the first "fork 'andles" punchline, never the second and no, no possibility of the whole glorious eight minute variation-on-a-theme joke. Instead they dug up Christopher Biggins to tell us what a joy he was to work with, and so generous.

Perhaps I should be working in television. It just seems obvious to me: this was a great actor, so don't just tell us how good he was - show us. Take a few minutes out and show a whole sketch. And shut up.

Just kill me. Kill me now

I was intending to write a review of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - which I took the girls to see at the weekend - but the memory is too fresh, too painful. The taste still too sour.

Half way through the film, I tried to decide whether I just disliked it or truly hated it. Afterwards, I made up my mind.

I wish I had never seen it.