Epiphany, the other day.

Did anyone else have kids in their class who used to decorate their English essays with flowers and the like? It was always the girls who weren't that good at English (there may, at some schools, been the odd boy but not at my school).

Then there were those of us who were actually good at English who would hand in a dog-eared, ink-blotched essay, perhaps even with bits of oil from sardine sandwiches on the edge, who got good marks but a ticking off for presentation and - usually in my case - for being a bit late.

Ever wondered what happened to the kids who drew pretty pictures?

I suddenly realised: they ended up in TV.


Now, Cactus Kate has called for the return of Mike 'no relation' Hosking to Breakfast TV. He was good at the job, I thought, although he and that Hawkesby woman did give the whole country the impression their chemistry was a little TOO good.

Personally I like Paul Henry, at least in the small doses I've seen him. I suspect I'd get fed up after a while but that's never going to be a worry for me.

I just like the sardonic look on his face when he has to present something really bad. It just says "You know this is crap. I know this is crap. But we'll do it anyway because one of the flowers-on-the-English-essay airheads say we have to."