First night of the Proms

It doesn’t seem like a year ago that I was excited about the first night of the proms

And here I am, excited about it once again. 

How come the time goes by so quickly?  This lady doesn’t know:

Ah, the great Sandy Denny, I couldn’t resist it.

Anyway, another year has been and gone, and I’ve got wine and chocolate in readiness for this evening’s concert.

Bring it on.

Eclectic taste in Television

Friday was the first night of the proms.  It was televised on BBC 2, and thoroughly enjoyable it was too.  I don’t think the purists liked it, as it was too light, or something, but I enjoyed it.

It was a lovely way to spend a Friday evening after a hard week at work.  a glass of wine, some Thornton’s chocolates (a gift from a colleague who thinks I’m the bee’s knees), and some lovely music.

I’m also enjoying Real Housewives of New York City, on Saturdays.  Repeats, apparently, but I haven’t seen it yet.  Are these people for real?  Well, they must be, because it’s called real housewives……  They have so many worries, that it’s a wonder they function (How many pairs of shoes should I buy at a thousand dollars each?  What will I do if I break a fingernail at my charity function?  Can I really venture downtown?  What colour should I dye my dog this week?  (Okay, I made that last one up, but it’s bound to come into another episode, no doubt about it.))

I have eclectic taste when it comes to television, I do.