No, I’m not watching ‘Midsomer Murders’, it doesn’t
enchant me as much as it seems to spellbind some -
tho’ I recognise themes with character eccentricities
undoubtably out of a wider world, I flounder a bit as
to how any remain alive - that’s as credibly so when
we’ve run out room for classical ‘authentic scenery’
and wonderful old houses to keep those repetitious
and droll detective dramas from going a bit too far
lexicons of language, or those new words meaning
things we’ve yet to experience day to day, so to sit
in a TV lounge without fey traumas of ‘modernity’s’
machinations beaming controversially is a greater
blessing; they’re much easier scenes to parlay
© 6 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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