More Crap Telly

Tonight on telly seems to be tacky documentary night. We have a choice of Half Ton Son (fat people) or My Monkey Baby (mad people and their pets). Or a program about estate agents.

A few months ago I was wishing we got channel 4 in this country. Now I am thinking Channel 5 would do.

Here's a picture of Toby, aged almost 5 months now.

Imagination

I took Lily to the playground today. She mostly likes to play imaginary games, pretending she is someone else, like Dora the Explorer or a dog called Angustina-kneela. We are usually expected to join in. I was hoping she would run around and tire herself out and give me a break from trying to remember who I was supposed to be.

Instead we pretended the climbing frame was a house and the loose bark chip ground was a sticker album, with the stickers being the individual bark chips. One was a ballerina. Another was a ballet man (whatever they are supposed to be called). Another was a ballet dog.

Sigh.

CSI: Los Angeles

The year has started in the worst possible way. TVNZ has announced the start of a new CSI. Not just a new series either but a whole new show in a whole new city with a whole new team. This, for the uninitiated, is the fourth series. Just as I was thinking they must surely call time on the whole thing, having run out of good ideas about six years ago, they have gone and escalated the situation, clogging up the airwaves with more preposterous plots featuring ever more exotic ways to die for ever more spurious reasons. The whole thing just gives me a headache.