...to Oxford, to address the Newman Society, because a planned speaker had to drop out at the last minute due to a family illness. I caught the Oxford Tube from Victoria (note to US readers: it's a bus, that's just its name) and through a most magnificent rainstorm it battled its way to Oxford. The city looked glorious in the rain, glittering pavements and golden leaves and glowing windows. I knew I'd be given sherry and dinner so relished a rain-soaked walk to the meadow by the river, through the war memorial garden which is just opposite the Old Palace. Then dinner (candlelit, with delicious food) and the talk - which was about the work of Aid to the Church in Need. Members of the Newman Society are formal and wear a special tie. It made me feel quite bohemian in my denim skirt. Everyone v. kind...and then the return bus - I couldn't stay the night, as I was due to make an early start in London the next morning for a day of TV work.
Home extremely late, and with rain still clattering down as I hurried in the the kitchen door and shook off my wet things.
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TV work, Joanna? How can you make a pact with the devil you so readily deplore? Money, I suppose. People like you and the Pope of Black Fen amaze many of us by consenting to appear on a medium you claim to renounce and urge others to resist.
The problem isn't so much T.V. as it is what is on and of course not watching it continuously. A lot of people cannot get out and enjoy tele, but need better programs to watch. Perhaps Auntie given her views and recent tele appearances would like to expound on that.
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