It's Never Sarcoidosis

                                    

So here's a shiny new Blog I thought I'd amuse at least myself with. Not sure how healthy it is to Blog to amuse yourself. Maybe I should ask Dr Christian Jessen.

I've spent a lot of my life obsessing over the telly. You only have to look at my childhood diaries to know that. I can tell you the exact date the ITV strike of 1979 ended (26th October) because it was my  excited diary entry for that day. I used capital letters and everything to herald this momentous occasion in my pre teen life.

Funnily enough I met and married a man who was just as crazy as I am. He is a huge Test Card fan and member of the Test Card Circle. Their convention is next month; I won't be accompanying him, but I am sure he'll have a fabulous time, listening to all those old Test Card music tapes. I won't go into the stacks of dusty VHS tapes we haven't got room for that live in my house, filled with old Ceefax recordings. He makes me look normal.

"You'll get square eyes!" Mum used to say. Didn't happen, my vision is still pretty much 20-20 thanks.

So I thought, why not Blog about the telly I watch ?  Someone might read it and and nod their head in agreement. Or not. But it sounded like fun. Like being Grace Dent but with no contract with the Observer, and none of her talent.

Tonight (Monday 11th March) I felt like I ought to be watching Broadchurch. I mean it's the UK's The Killing or something. So therefore,  it must be good. Plus it has David Tennant in it doing his Hamlet face, and Dame Olivia Colman (trust me, it will happen one day) crying like she's just seen a lady with a hard life have her house redecorated on Sixty Minute Makeover.

Instead I chose to watch what I think is the deliberately deceptively named Embarrassing Bodies.
People say, "Ha! Why, if they are embarrassed to see their own GP, why don't they mind going on national telly and showing their bits ?"
No-one says that they were too embarrassed to do that. These people do this in the hope of finding answers that haven't been found via the usual route and maybe - I suspect - maybe - get some free private treatment.

Tonight we saw some lovely photos of piles; a man who could have stunt doubled for Chewbacca; a lady who wasn't stitched up properly after her episiotomy; and a fabulous story of a man who has been cured of his prostate cancer.

There was also a lady who had problems with her nose. They said it was sarcoidosis.

Now as any self respecting House addict knows, it's never sarcoidosis.

And there were hot air balloons. Or something.

Embarrassing Bodies clearly draws in huge viewing figures ; and I don't think it's because we like to see people in discomfort - we want to see them cured. Helped. It's about hope. About finding someone who will make it all better.
There's nothing wrong with that.

I suspect tonight's Corrie was a masterclass in 'Hints of Things That Are Going To Go Wrong' . Dev rejecting the idea of reuniting with Sunita; that blonde lady who is Jason's Mum being all happy about getting engaged; Karl being all mean 'n moody now he's read the 'Dummies Guide To Arson'. Clouds (of smoke) are clearly gathering over the cobbles, soap fans!

See you next time.