The one upside of the darker nights and weather to hide indoors from is that there is at least some better programmes on the telly.
I’m looking forward to the second series of Homeland that airs here next month, and Hunted which looks to be the natural successor to Spooks on the BBC.
On a more cerebral note, I watched the first episode of Andrew Marr’s History of the World on iPlayer earlier today and enjoyed it, if only for its ambition. Okay, so it’s a bit ‘Discovery Channel’, but then it is part funded by the Discovery Channel.
My favourite though is the return of the splendid docu-comedy The Thick of It and the hapless minister, Peter Mannion, and the malevolent Malcolm Tucker.
It’s very sweary, of course, but the sweariness is both creative and true to life from my experience. I’ve had call to spend time in Whitehall in the past and the denizens of that cloistered world could make a docker blush.
That was under Labour, but I’ve no reason to think things have changed. Nor that the policy gurus have gone away and are still running their ‘Thought Camps’ and ‘imagineering’.
The coalition UK government has opened up a whole vista for the programme’s satire and I’m beginning to think that political life is starting to imitate art as the Guardian observes today.
But it’s the ongoing Gategate row is pure Thick of It and Andrew Mitchell looks not so dissimilar to Peter Mannion that he could join the cast without make-up.
David Cameron must feel like he’s broken a vanity mirror or walked under a political ladder or something.
And there’s rub – I have to consult the tv guide to check if I’m watching The Thick of It or Newsnight before deciding whether to laugh or cry.