Well, it’s started, that sure sign that the seasons are changing. No, not the nights drawing in; not the fruit ready for harvest; not the autumnal nip in the air; nor the heavy morning dew. No, it’s the television ads for part works.
I only watched telly for half an hour tonight and they tried to tempt me with the magical of ballet, the complete films of John Wayne on DVD, each with a behind the scenes guide, and a Lord of the Rings chess set cast in solid lead. (Where is Health and Safety when you need them.) And all at premium prices.
Now I can see that the first might keep a pre-teens girl occupied and that the second might appeal to an older generation who want to watch a Duke film every fortnight over the winter months, but a chess set at two pieces a month? What is the point of a chess set of anything less than 32 pieces?
I don’t know enough of other countries to say if this is a peculiarly British thing, but I suspect it might be. If I wanted to build a model of the Bounty or whatever, I’d go and buy one and spend a few nights putting it together (badly.) I wouldn’t do it a piece at a time every two weeks, though I suppose it worked for Johnny Cash.
I only wonder that Ikea hasn’t started selling us bookshelves, an allen key screw, washer or a shelf a fortnight.