Do you ever feel like you’re living in a parallel universe?

Maybe it was my recent meeting with an incredible submariner who fought the Japanese in World War 2 at the age of 19 that did it for me.

A friend of mine in very poor health came out of retirement recently and returned to work in order to finance his son’s world travel.

As his son is approaching 30, I couldn’t help wondering why he isn’t financing his own travel. When did 30 year-olds become children incapable of self-sufficiency?

As the voting age gets younger the age of maturity extends? Where’s the logic in that?

I’m finding it impossible to watch reality shows on TV. The only thing I want to see on Big Brother is a power cut.

Do we really need to know what a bunch of publicity-seeking misfits do to each other in a make-believe house?

What I’d like those left inside to hear when a contestant is ejected from the Big Brother House is not a cheering crowd but total silence.

And no, I do not want to see some B-list non-celebrity eating insects in a synthetic ‘jungle’ 200 yards from a swish hotel.

I can watch Mrs B’s chickens grubbing in the dirt any day from our lounge window (and they’re not as needy).

Yes, I know we’re not all self-centred, narcissistic, dimwits but we are heading in that direction. With so many serious issues demanding our attention I can’t help thinkingwe’ve lost the plot.

Of course we all need some light-hearted entertainment but surely Essex isn’t the only way. How many, tangerine people do we need?

“Do you know that Ireland is a different country to Wales?”