Authors Electric

I should have known my fate was sealed when the bloke on the bus beside me commenced to cough all the way into town. Those microbes then took a few days to work their evil magic on me, until it was time for the helter skelter ride through tunnel darknesses which can sometimes accompany germ infestation.   Sometimes a flu/cold is like enforced meditation in a cell; Christmas cold/flu has that added frisson of feeling you are in the cell while others are enjoying unusual freedoms. Each night these new inner demons had the upper hand, but I knew if I could get through to 6am, a bright spot would emerge to start the day – The Waltons, on Freeview Channel 61, the “True Entertainment” channel. I hadn’t seen The Waltons on tv since the 1980s, but by then I would have become jaded by seeing too much of them, so it would have been the 1970s when the programme had initially held me transfixed in some odd sway. So, last flu-filled Christmas I watched again, to see if the ...