I keep intending to get back to political analysis on here; I have yet to write anything meaningful on the eurozone crisis. I know I probably should, given that this blog is an attempt at political and social commentary, however half-assed. The thing is, I don’t know enough about economics to write anything of the sort; I just know that I would feel more comfortable with someone with a better understanding of economics than the numpty Osborne representing us at thee G20, like Alistair Darling, or even a goldfish.

Another factor in preventing me from writing a blog entry about economics is hat I keep finding far more interesting stuff to blog about. Marta was just helping Lyn to get up, and we were talking about David Attenborough. Marta has been watching frozen Planet, and is just as captivated by it as I am. However, she said she only just discovered the joys of Attenborough; I explained that he interests me greatly, and that I had read his autobiography. While she hoisted Lyn out of bed, I popped in here to try to find the Life on Air website, but look what I found instead. Attenborough’s Zoo Quests, which aired when my parents were babies, are online. They are fascinating bit of television history, not only because they began Attenborough’s incredible sixty-year career, but also because they demonstrate how much our attitudes to wildlife, as well as indigenous cultures and people, have changed. Moreover, they are part of a lost world: Britain still had it’s empire, and everyone on the beeb had an upper-class accent. I have the impression that the world was a very different place back then, and the bbc was a very different organisation, so these programmes appearing online allow us to glimpse a lost world. What intrigues me, though, is how David Attenborough has straddled both worlds; culturally he’s become a figure of permanence, stability and comfort to a great many millions. I hope Marta’s children can grow up with him on their tv screens, as we all did.