TFI

I am 37. I hold two Durham degrees. I have written and published two books, one with a preface by an achingly distinguished theologian, and the other with commendations by Peers and Professors. I have edited and published articles by a member of the House of Commons and by two writers who were then serving in the European Parliament.

I myself served for many years as a Parish Councillor and as a governor of two schools. I also served for a time on the Governing Body of a college of the University of Durham. I have written references that have secured people places at Oxford and Harvard, and unbelievably high-powered jobs in the City and elsewhere.

And last night I pointed my finger at a television screen while going "Wiiiill! Wiiiill!" I did that. I am not ashamed of having done it. Oh, no. Not at all.

I have now just finished watching Channel 4's The Nineties: Ten Years That Changed The World. A bit of fun. Still, it was very much the cool kids' version, wasn't it? Nothing wrong with that, but even so.

No Mr Blobby. No Noel's House Party at all, in fact. No Katrina and the Waves winning the 1997 Eurovision Song Contest. No Vicar of Dibley. They couldn't even bring themselves to play Elton John in the Diana bit.

Moreover, the forays into politics were very highly partial. No mention of John Smith, who would have won if he had lived. No mention of the 1992 Election, either. You know, when John Major's Tories won?

Nevertheless, I did enjoy that clip of The Word when Snoop Doggy Dogg was on with Rod Hull and Emu. He looked scared and scarred, having obviously stepped into a parallel universe.

Plus, it was nice to see Kevin Spacey at Blair's 1997 storming of the barricades by means of a Downing Street reception. This very day, he has been knighted.