One of the reasons why I don't post to this blog more often - professional commitments and congenital laziness are others - is that I am forever hearing of or reading about something so appalling or unfair or sad as to make a mockery of the kind of flippant, arrant nonsense I tend to specialise in. Indeed, the way the world's going at the moment, you really need to be able to suspend belief in order to function at all. What with melting ice caps and rising sea levels, burgeoning pollution and devastating poverty, not to mention advancing Chinese and Indians, and seething Arabs, it just seems pointless to write about anything trivial. I myself am torn between trying to make some sort of sense of what is going on in the world and just turning my back on the whole thing.
As regular followers of this blog will know, I am a rabid fan of the BBC programme Dog Borstal. Not so much the programme itself, which I have never seen, as the listing notes on the BBC3 website, which with a little tweaking can be made very funny:
"Dog Borstal: Series 2 - Episode 12 - Meet the last three dogs of series 2. But this dog is in for a shock - awaiting him at Dog Borstal is trainer Lynne Davies. Some language may offend."
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