Woman's Hour

Why cant we have a Man's hour on radio four. I love radio four but the morning is all collapsed arches and IVF. Not fair, sexist clap trap. How about mans hour from the shed in BBC Blue Peter Garden. Subjects are wood turning for beginners and how to mix french polish.

The Archers, I thought that was a typical country tale. Well, I live about as country as you can get and its nothing like life around here. We have a few odd balls. Sue for example who takes her horse for a walk, instead of riding it! Graham who lives in a huge old garage and has worn the same overalls since VE day.

But nothing like the bollox that is trolled out ever day on the Archers. Im not sure focus groups are the way ahead in creating the plot. Mind you it explains why  the plot always sounds like a load of women guardian, single issue feminist alternative vegans have put their wellies on to get "into the feel of it". Try asking a farmer sometime about life in the country, or Graham or Sue.. No... too dull?

Nice thing about being in the country is you can leave your washing on the line and if it rains someone will spot it and take it in. The first time this happened I thought someone had stolen me washing. About an hour later Peg from next door had folded it and brought it around. Bless her. Its stuff like that, that makes it a very good move living out here. I would say it reminds me of Britain circa 1960. But, with the advantages now of having proper drains. Mind you in Norfolk they say the place went to the dogs when they got gas. All the townies came in and brought the places up. Now locals cant afford to buy and most Norfolk towns are full of cafes, wine bars and antique cellars. We have chips shop, pub and second hand shops. I know which I prefer. We also have the highest number of Grammar Schools in the country, so whose daft then?

But my favorite story so far on country folk and townies was last winter when a Yuppie stuck a brand new Range Rover in a ditch and stood there practically in tears. I stopped and pulled over in my clapped out suzuki wondered over and as I approached the car a young farmers wife I know drove passed in her clapped out Astra. She took one look at the scene and wound down the window. "Steve she said can you get her out" I grinned "Spect so" I said. "get something you can drive yer silly cow" shouted the lass and drove off. I popped her into the right drive "marked Snow" and got her back on the road.