Usually, it was Saturday afternoon that I’d make the big store run to load up for the Sunday morning cooking session.
Breakfast with the Beatles then Dick Buckley followed by Marianne McPartland.
Anita O’day, jazz on an endless summer day.
Withnail and I; Antonioni blow up; inspector Morse; maybe it was midsummer
Fawlty towers, father ted, peep show
[my interest in anagrams may have originated from the show lead-in)
