Radio Four today: more interminable upper middle-class women talking to an audience of more upper middle-class women about the costs of food shopping.
"I mean only last week I went to my cupboard and it was bare... or so I thought! D'you know I opened that cupboard door again, took everything off the shelves and laid it out on our rustic oak kitchen table (a present from a family friend). By the time the kids were home I'd rustled up what I decided to call a Chinatown Chicken, using some old Chinese spices and egg noodles from the very cupboard I'd thought empty!"
Little do they realise the women whom they are so desperately attempting to advise are not only not listening to Woman's Hour but also do not have the imagination to rustle up anything out of the ordinary. When their cupboard is bare, it really is bare in the true sense of the word. There are no old packets of egg noodles, just old plastic salt cellars and grime.
The pretence of a radio/tv show dispensing desperate advice to the poor unfortunate proles, and all the time they are merely speaking to themselves.
"I mean only last week I went to my cupboard and it was bare... or so I thought! D'you know I opened that cupboard door again, took everything off the shelves and laid it out on our rustic oak kitchen table (a present from a family friend). By the time the kids were home I'd rustled up what I decided to call a Chinatown Chicken, using some old Chinese spices and egg noodles from the very cupboard I'd thought empty!"
Little do they realise the women whom they are so desperately attempting to advise are not only not listening to Woman's Hour but also do not have the imagination to rustle up anything out of the ordinary. When their cupboard is bare, it really is bare in the true sense of the word. There are no old packets of egg noodles, just old plastic salt cellars and grime.
The pretence of a radio/tv show dispensing desperate advice to the poor unfortunate proles, and all the time they are merely speaking to themselves.
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