In this household we are quite ignorant of celebrity culture. I don’t really care about this one way or the other but it does leave you feeling a bit out of the loop sometimes. For example, when I watch Celebrity Mastermind I have no idea who three-quarters of the contestants are.
Mind you, they’re a limited breed on this programme: three parts TV presenter to one part sports ‘personality’ with the occasional actor thrown in – the only people I’ve recognised in recent months are Johnny Ball (whose general knowledge was shocking) and Tim Bentinck. And the questions they ask are so elementary: even my dear Watson could answer them.
Which reminds me – at weekends I’ve been re-watching an ‘eighties version of Sherlock with Jeremy Brett. It has lasted well: Brett is excellent as a Holmes who seems to smell everything out and David Burke as a much more intelligent Watson than we have been used to.
Knocks Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce into a cocked – er – deerstalker.
So, I was commenting this morning that I know little of the Kardashians except the name, to which Thingy replied ‘I think it’s Armenian.’ Then he exclaimed: ‘I love the Armenian alphabet! It’s awesome: I’ve had a thing about it since I was eleven.’
Don’t ever watch University Challenge in this house, either. The answer to every question is, ‘well, duh!’