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Dream On

• Kim Lenaghan
• 23 Apr 07, 03:28 PM

So, here I am, back on the blog following a period of rest and recuperation after the operation on my dodgy knee which, sadly, remains dodgy. But let me not dwell on that fact, thus sinking further into the pit of despair. What I¡¯m actually trying to say, apart from the fact that my knees are knackered, is that because of all this I haven¡¯t been out and about very much these last few weeks and haven¡¯t had a great deal to say. Indeed, I have used this spell of enforced inactivity to lie on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, watching bad television, eating chocolate and drinking wine ¨C but never before tea time and always red wine because of the anti-oxidants!

I had initially planned to use this opportunity to catch up on my reading. You know, all those novels you read reviews on in the Sunday papers, buy in a ¡®three for two¡¯ deal in the bookshop, then leave gathering dust in a tower Rapunzel would be proud of in a corner of the bedroom because you just never seem to have the time. Well, finally, I had all the time in the world, but the truth is that quality fiction is no match for the lure of trashy telly when you want some mindless escapism. I have spent many hours being entertained but unchallenged, which is just what I wanted, and the conclusions I have drawn are thus¡­..

The finest doctor to grace the small screen since first donned the white coat in ER, is Dr Shepherd in to which I have now become addicted. So much so that my friend Nicky, a fellow devotee of the show and in particular of sexy Shepherd, bought me the first series on dvd to cheer me up¡­.and talking of hunky men on dvd. I finally treated myself to the last series of and spent three glorious days watching Jack Bauer save America yet again - you just know the world is a safer place with him in it. The same thing goes for Dr Who, and I must say David Tennant is fast becoming my favourite ever time lord. Cheeky, charming, clever and cute, I¡¯d be happy to share his tardis any time he asked me.

And while we¡¯re on the subject of Lords, time or otherwise¡­.I loved last year¡¯s ¡®How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria¡¯, the Saturday Night tv search for a new Maria to hit the high notes of Julie Andrews and star in Andrew Lloyd Webber¡¯s latest West End production of The Sound of Music. There were a few tears and the odd tantrum on the road to Connie¡¯s eventual victory, but the main characteristic displayed by all the prospective Marias was cutthroat ambition and a steely determination to win. Now, fast forward to this year¡¯s ¡®Any Dream Will Do¡¯. Forget Camp David, this is Camp Joseph! Imagine, if you can, a show where Graham Norton is the straightest thing on it. Yes, as the ¡®Phantom¡¯ Lord searches out a new Joseph to fill the technicolour dream coat enough tears have been shed to fill the Nile. Talk about big boys don¡¯t cry! These boys cry when they win, they cry when they lose, they cry when they¡¯re praised, they cry when they¡¯re criticised ¨C I haven¡¯t seen so many manly tears shed since Gazza retired. It¡¯s like Miss World without the tiaras. They make Jason Donovan look like Russell Crowe in Gladiator! It¡¯s compulsive!

So, even though I¡¯m well on the road to recovery and shall be forsaking my serious television viewing habit in favour of long walks and knee strengthening bike rides, I¡¯ll still make time for doctors Shepherd and Who and the Joseph boys. Oh, just realised the time! Got to go now or else I¡¯ll miss the start of Countdown¡­¡­..well, old habits die hard and I¡¯m not quite ready to go cold turkey just yet!

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