Mr Gnome relishes the radio, but with a certain amount of discrimination....Not for him the uncritical air-wave hoovering demonstrated by the HB. In fact, Mr G cannot suppress a refined shudder when asked to comment on his human chum's listening choices.
Principal source of irritation at the moment is a daily 'slice of life' show focusing on a rural community somewhere in the English midlands.
What a place. What people. What lives.
Grumpiness and misery reign supreme over this dismally dysfunctional village.
Shrieks, crossness and misunderstanding abound. Marriages founder. Inheritances are disputed. Children shout at parents. Parents roar back. Suicide. Depression. Dodgy parenting. Sibling rivalry. Senile dementia. Cancer. Infantile illness. Tractor accidents. Addiction.
And, unless he's very much mistaken, an incipient case of Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy.
Oh come on, says the Gnome. Cheer up, you chaps. Or at least distribute free samples of Prozac along with the Radio Times.
Meanwhile Mr G is twiddling the dial to reach the delightful haven of Radio 7.
Been there yet?
Retro radio. Heaven on toast.
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Bring back the good old days when all we had to worry about was a young bride getting hideously burnt while her fickle equines merely looked on and laughed, while they too perished.
All accompanied by wild shrieks of "Grace! GRACE!!"
Mr G is right to be concerned. And right to transfer his affection to BBC7.
Personally, I am expecting a revival of "Waggoner's Walk" any day now.
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