.Sneaking out of the heat and sun for a few moments I retired to the Lawrence room at Dolphin Bay Beach Resort and flicked through a few TV channels. There was certainly a lot of choice, 25 channels is quite a lot to select from but, as all TV critics know, the number of options does not necessarily mean quality.
I turned down the opportunity to watch two Thai ladies swap biscuit and cake recipes while being jollied along by a Christopher Biggins look-a-like. The interview with the Egyptian foreign minister on BBC World was intriguing, if somewhat ponderous while Jack Davenport tried his best to do a Dick Van Dyke style cockney accent in 'Smash.' Then I found the sport channel and baseball. Crikey it is a slow thing to watch. The pitcher spends several minutes adjusting his hat, moving his trousers around and mumbling into his catching glove before throwing a ball to the bloke clutching the bat. In a break from the conventional urban use for a baseball bat the batter then swings the bat around and aims to hit the ball rather than threaten a random passer-by with violence, while some bloke standing behind the batter wiggles his fingers in front of his groin and possibly catches the ball. Following this excitement the TV network then decided to show more shots of other men adjusting their trousers and hats while wearing grim expressions. Clearly baseball is a game for miseries who wear clothing that doesn't fit. And the there is the 'Nick' channel where trendy American teenagers with daft names change their clothes from one shot to another. One character even appeared to have changed her hair colour while travelling from her home to the airport. Great stuff indeed. But then my era was Rentaghost and the least said about that the better.