Grumpy El Tel on mothballing that new juicer
A reflective Terry Wogan talks to John McEntee about how he is stranded in no-man's land after the festive season
The festive decorations came down last Monday, the tree jettisoned and the letter box is poised for the bruising assault of the credit card bills.
And like most of us, Terry Wogan is stranded in the post-Christmas no-man's land wondering what the whole orgy of celebration and present-giving was all about.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged," declares a sanguine Tel, 75, "that in some dusty corner of every home there stands an unused exercise bicycle with five miles on the clock. In every larder you will find a boxed, unopened panettone cake, pressed into your hands by the proprietor of an Italian restaurant three Christmasses ago."