BBC television in the 1950's (it was the only channel available for years) was so steamy that they had to calm viewers down by showing short restful 'interludes' between programmes. A potter's wheel, a windmill, a spinning wheel and, rather more frenetic, the London to Brighton train journey in four minutes. We knew how to live then. Confession time: the first time I did the London to Brighton trip to see Nan Parsons, I was very disappointed when it took a lot longer than the four minutes I was expecting. Where has my innocence gone? You know, I think the idea of an interlude could be usefully adopted nowadays. Lots of people would get more pleasure from watching a windmill than The X-Factor or a potter's wheel rather than Poldark. Or is that rather too phallic an association?
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