Monthly Archives: September 2018

The Governess

You know how it is, you go to a friend’s bathroom warming, where you chat to someone who seems really interesting. And before you know it, they’re on television, getting a bit famous, and then more famous. And then your bathroom acquaintance is The Governess, aka Anne Hegerty.

Well, I suppose she was Anne Hegerty then too.

I gave her my card – so civilised – and she called in on CultureWitch. We shared a fondness for NCIS, except she was a bit stuck for new episodes, and said that for her Kate was still alive. I suspect her Kate is still alive, as I can’t see how travelling all over the world Governessing will have provided more time for watching television shows in general.

We emailed a bit, and then she joined Facebook, and I slowly realised that she was really going places by being clever. And I can sort of see how she is The Governess, and that she might be scary. But at the same time I can visualise the bathroom warming, and remember what a suitable gift she brought that day.

I need to confess here. I have never watched The Chase. But it seems a lot of people do. I watched the episode of Are You an Egghead? that Anne initially flagged up, when she started out on her quiz career, and I was very proud that she did so well. I simply didn’t have time to keep up with all the quizzing, but decided Anne would do fine even without my ‘help.’

Anne Hegerty

About eight years later I thought I would like to interview her, and she agreed and I emailed some questions, and then she ran out of time, because being The Governess is a bit of a full time job.

Another couple of years on, Anne linked to this interview Radio New Zealand did with her in the summer. I listened to it. It was good. Wallace Chapman asked all the right questions. I looked at mine again, and discovered they were crap. So I’m linking to Radio New Zealand, too. They did a great job and I shall now move on to something that I might actually be good at.

Come to think of it; I need a new bathroom.

Bang, he’s dead

While I’m busy with the unexpected, I really didn’t expect Will Gardner to die. Just like that. (And I hope that’s no spoiler, because we’re years behind everyone else.)

After a summer of either watching nothing or working our way through Designated Survivor, The Good Wife was pushed aside. But with a week to go before all shows start up their new season, the Resident IT Consultant and I have Good Wifed it. Only halfway through season five, there is much more to go.

But it seems, no Will. ‘Did you know about this?’ asked the Resident IT Consultant, on the basis that I look ‘everything’ up. I didn’t. Because I also want to avoid spoilers.

I’d say I did pretty well with this little unexpectedness.

I see that this was considered [by some, at least] to have made The Good Wife not so good. I obviously don’t know yet, but I’d been getting irritated by the constant sniping between Will and Alicia. So maybe, but not necessarily.

But whatever, that was one excellently executed execution, so to speak.

The unexpected Bull

We needed something to accompany our dinners last week, Daughter and I, sitting in our holiday house, all alone, with nowhere to go. So we rewatched a lot of episodes of Bull, to get us into the right mood for when Bull returns in ten days’ time.

At least we hope he returns, and that the heart attack was merely a nasty warning for him to take things easier.

Picking episodes at random, going between season one and season two, there was no big plan. I’ve only watched them once, so some were more forgotten than others, feeling almost new.

And then there was Light My Fire, from December 2016. It looked unexpectedly new to me. The longer I watched, the ‘newer’ it felt. I concluded that I must have missed that episode first time round.

Bull - Light My Fire

Hmm, I hadn’t expected that.

I blame it on it having been nearly Christmas. I might have been busy with other things. 😊

(Photo © CBS)

Happy 10th, Culture!

How to mark the occasion of ten years of CultureWitch? Especially now that there is less action here than formerly.

The sun was shining and it was warm – for September – so we decided to drive to Göstas at Steninge for some tea and cake and a sea view.

And there was action! There is nothing quite like a bit of car park rage on a nice day. First space was taken by car coming in the way out. Second space was about to be taken by the next car coming in the way out, except I planted myself in the way. I even informed the driver he was wrong.

Silly me.

He behaved so aggressively that I said; ‘You’re going to drive into me, anyway, aren’t you?’ My survival instincts kicked in and I moved. I was quite surprised when he drove off and parked illegally at the other end of the small car park instead, not running me down.

After which we all gathered for sustenance in Göstas…

Had intended to show you one of those tiresome photos of pretty cakes, but we had wolfed them down by the time I remembered. So here are two used cake plates,

Empty plates

a  flag, and

Flag

the beach.

Steninge

Herr Ped*rsen, check the road signs next time! That round one with a horizontal bar through it means No Entry. Which means no entry. Let’s hope we are both here in another ten years.