Peter Reynolds

The life and times of Peter Reynolds

Hundreds Of Miles Away…

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Sea Mist

…as the BBC describe us, here in Weymouth, the berk flew in, hijacked Asda, the very source of my daily bread and tried to turn it into Gordon Brown land.  Never!  We may have an inadequate sycophant in Jim Knight as our present MP and an aristocrat, landowner and James Bond villain, Richard Drax, as our future but we are proud Dorset men, we are, so we are, arrrrghr!

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April 26, 2010 at 10:20 pm

The Great British Menu

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I love food programmes.  It’s probably because I’m a glutton.  Saturday Kitchen is a must.  I organise every Saturday morning around it.  James Martin has done a wonderful job with his show.   I remember how excruciatingly awkward he was to begin with.  Now he’s become the epitome of the accomplished, almost suave TV chef.   I love it.

Masterchef?  It’s the one.  The music.  The relentless driving beat.  I don’t know whether it’s house or trance or what.   It’s clubbing.  Its addictive.  It’s the one.  I’m totally, utterly,  obsessed, enslaved.   It’s much, much better than sex!

Now the Great British Menu is back with its useful, early evening slot.  It sets me up for a TV night in.  There’s the lovable, opinionated Matthew Fort, the sweet and incisive Oliver Peyton and, forgive me ma’am, the royal, dignified, supreme Prue Leith.  These are the judges but it’s the boys (with one exception) in the kitchen that make the show.  The new format, where an uber TV-chef pre-judges three pretenders, works very well.  It’s a triumph really because they’ve taken their material and hugely padded it out, yet It’s better for it.  This is the ultimate lesson in how to make great TV in a recession.

The rivalry and camaraderie between the contestants is an extraordinary combination and really seems to get the best out of each of them.

Apart from the election, it’s the most entertaining thing on television.

The Sharon Shoosmith Affair

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No one emerges with any credit from this sad tale of the way that we all failed Baby Peter.

The Buck Stops Here

Why can’t Ms Shoosmith accept that as Director of Childrens Services for Haringey she MUST take responsibility for her department’s appalling failure to protect the child?  No one is saying that she is personally culpable for his death.  Management is all about achieving results through other people and in this case she manifestly failed.

Ed Balls is one of the seedier and more slippery of Gordon’s cronies.  You can see him looking sideways in everything he does, watching his back, ducking and diving to avoid any come backs, looking for any opportunity to take credit or blame someone else.   Anything that he or his wife, Yvette, are involved in becomes a horrible curdled mess.  It comes from mixing too much oil, slime, and vinegar .  I can sympathise with Ms Shoosmith about having a boss who is so cowardly, two faced and disloyal.

Creeps

It’s time to move on.  Both of these individuals are history.  Somehow, we must find a way to protect vulnerable children effectively.

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April 24, 2010 at 11:45 am

The One Show

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I have followed the One Show loyally and faithfully from the very beginning to now, I’m afraid, the end.

Christine has lost her innocence and joined the celebrity merry-go-round.  Adrian has been done down in an offensive way by the BBC management and is moving on to bigger and better things.

It was great while it lasted but now it is becoming a parody of itself.

It is over.

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April 22, 2010 at 7:09 pm

Dermot’s X Factor Interviews

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He's Got It!

Dermot O’Leary’s interviews with David Cameron and Nick Clegg, tonight on BBC3, were incisive and inspiring in a way that none of the other debates or interviews have been.

Perhaps precisely because they were aimed at a 16-24 year old audience, these were forward looking, exciting programmes.  Look to your laurels, Paxman, Dimbleby, et al.

I think Dermot will tear Gordon Brown to pieces next week.

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April 21, 2010 at 9:18 pm

Ryanair Plumbs New Depths

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I see that the deeply unpleasant and sleazy Michael O’Leary is refusing to comply with the EU law that requires him to provide his passengers with accommodation and food when they’re delayed.

I’ve never travelled in one of his cattle trucks but based on my one and only experience of Easyjet, which is supposed to be about the same, then I’d rather walk or stay at home.

Not Fit For Purpose

In normal circumstances I’d be supporting anyone who wanted to defy the EU but in O’Leary’s case I’ll make an exception.

Obnoxious, ignorant, self-important, oafish – no, they don’t quite sum him up.  I tell you what, blatant and clear intent to defy the law that governs his business makes him unfit to hold an operator’s licence.

He should be banned from running an airline.

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April 21, 2010 at 5:55 pm

The Dunkirk Spirit

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Gotta Get Home To Vote!

I can see it now.  Gordon as beachmaster in his tin hat.  Long lines of stranded tourists and businessmen queuing out into the surf to be rescued by our plucky boys and ferried home to Blighty.  Look, there’s Alistair falling over in the waves again and I can see Peter is serving tea and bully beef sarnies to anyone who’ll listen to him for a couple of minutes.

Our Fearless Leader

Ed Balls is smiling broadly as he builds sandcastles with some of the kids and his missus, Yvette, is trying out her French with some of the locals.  Alan Johnson is refusing to listen to any of his advisors as he loads more and more Labour voters into overcrowded rowing boats.

Don't Panic! Me And The Missus Are Here

The two Milliband brothers are checking who can get a place and who can’t, “Labour voters this way.  Women, children and Tories wait your turn!”

Another glorious defeat plucked from the jaws of victory.

“We’ll fight them on the beaches, on the landing grounds, at airports up and down the country.  I knew we could rely on Iceland to come to our rescue.  If the volcano won’t come to Gordon, then Gordon will go to the volcano.  No more boom and bust.  Vote Labour or die!

Don’t panic!  Don’t panic”

Labour Voters This Way!

What If The Volcano Doesn’t Stop?

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It might start by ruining the holidays of the wealthy.  Then it might be inconvenient for business if executives can’t get to their high powered meetings.  The supply of out of season fruit and vegetables from Kenya would disappear.

The eruption might not stop for days, weeks, even months or years.  It might get worse.  See here for what happened 227 years ago when a volcano in Iceland erupted and be afraid, be very afraid!

The Day After Yesterday

That would shock us all out of our comfortable little lives wouldn’t it?  We wouldn’t all be so concerned about the Leaders TV debate then would we?

Some might say we are overdue, maybe even deserve a catastrophe on Planet Earth.

Who knows?

This could be the start of it.

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April 16, 2010 at 6:35 pm

There Are Lies, Damned Lies And Then There’s Gordon Brown

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How he has the bare faced cheek to claim that he’s been saying “for months” that the banks should have been more tightly regulated!!  The man has been incredible for some time but even for him this latest, astonishing volte face is truly astounding.

The Big Fibber

Our Prime Minister is nothing short of a liar.  When he appears tonight on the first ever great TV debate let us hope that his true colours are revealed.  Messrs Cameron and Clegg have the opportunity to drive home the coffin nails into Gordon Brown’s premiership.  Let them strike hard and true.  The country needs relief from this shabby little man, his putrid ideas and his shameful politics.

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April 15, 2010 at 2:20 pm

Amy Williams

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She was spectacular winning her gold medal at the Winter Olympics.  She was equally mesmerising last night on “Question Of Sport”.

I realise that “our Amy” has one elusive, temporary quality which we can only enjoy for a little longer.  She doesn’t yet know just how gorgeous she really is!

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April 10, 2010 at 11:30 am