Debbienho !

P.S. I discovered this amazing blog, www.delatheinker.wordpress.com , and I think you should see it. Especially if I’ve annoyed you before. And even if I haven’t, I assure you I will soon, so go and see it. Now to what the crazy fairy left in my room again. * Dear Indian Television Series, Namaste! I see you a lot nowadays. Sometimes because I want to, because in my rankings—and every one knows that counts for something—British humour comes first, then Indian, then…the rest. Sometimes against my will, because…I’m passing by the television set and you’re just…there! A lot. On so many channels. You’re almost…inevitable now. But that’s not the problem. Although it could count as one, because I consider how ubiquitous you are on local TV and I wonder if any of our series are on your TV channels in India. Do Ravi and Seeta cut conversations short and run home because they don’t want to miss a second of Bongo Bar? But who cares? I do. Whatever it be,

The English Premier League last season, a.k.a., How Leicester went from Ugly Duckling to Pretty Swan, turned out to be, as predicted, utterly unpredictable. For one, the defending champions, Chelsea, who’d maintained the lead in the previous season pretty much the entire season, struggled to find form in the 2015/2016 season under their manager and much-loved Mourinho, who may possibly have his third seasons jinxed. They disappointed and clutched at straws and breathed sighs of relief and sighs of despair and lost when you expected them to win and drew when you expected them to lose and became a delightful joke (of course, that you’ll find humour at Chelsea’s expense depends on which side of the divide you are) in the Premiership. Remi Garde. Steve McClaren. Roberto Martinez. What these three have in common—coaches all shown the door. Last season’s EPL was a rather fun coach exodus. Aston Villa, Everton, Swansea, Watford, among others, pulled a Pharaoh and let their coaches go