It’s time for me to play being a TV commissioning editor again: let’s see what I can come up with this time…
A capital city is a capital city is a capital city, or so one would expect. Tbilisi is a different kettle of fish: its old town comprising so many ancient disciplines and styles, no other country could possibly compete with it.
Winning is a prize; changing one’s life is something which takes many years of hard labour.
Expecting a silly gameshow to do that for us is all kinds of childish to me.
A contestant has a couple of days to fully redevelop a room, with all of the intrusions of camera, sound and presenters. They are stressed, they are under fire and this isn’t even their job.
I love food programmes, and I love travel programmes. I even love it when competitive cooking programmes jet off to some far flung places to taste some lovely food.
I feel insecure about my accent; I feel insecure about my class. The two are inextricably linked, like it or not.
I enjoy technology, and I always have. I aspire to new kit and I lust after shiny objects. We are all but magpies after all.