Beyond stressed this morning over the humungous tosspot Will Self proclaiming that George Orwell is ‘literary mediocrity’. Can’t even begin to respond (and I won’t include the link because I don’t wish to draw attention to such utter drivel). I have consoled myself this morning by turning to the inside staples of my copy of What’s On TV magazine.

You know the sort of thing. A catalogue of wonders, people, clearly aimed at those who do not have easy access to shops, or the internet.

I try hard n...