I don’t watch much TV, but when I do I often get suckered into the plot. The 24 series became real for me and I actually believed that picking up the phone might get me on to Who Wants to be a Millionnaire, but tonight’s episode of The Amazing Mrs Pritchard took the credulity biscuit.
It was the bit near the end when Mrs P (not the name) decides that Westminster should be moved from London to Bradford. Setting aside the “If the world had piles” joke, the idea hasn’t a chance, not because it’s naive, but because it doesn’t go far enough.
Parliament should be peripatetic, spending three or four weeks a year out and about in our great cities. It can’t be difficult as the main parties descend upon them twice a year for Spring and Autumn conference seasons without a problem. There are venues, there is security and, Brighton apart, all have gone off without incident.
And if they did, why not a citizens’ jury to pass verdict on the performance of their Parliament? It could replace X-factor or Strictly CD on a Saturday night.
Okay, so I might be off with the fairies, but it does make you think that the world might be different, even if it never will be. Doesn’t stop me dreaming.