Television: City Hall, Newcastle

I mean, it can’t be that difficult to come up with 800 words on any gig. A beginning, a middle and an end with a couple of twiddly bits in between isn’t too much to ask. Normally. But then this was Television. Nothing rhymed. Nothing reasoned. Two days on and my brain is offal. Every idea heads for the slop bucket. Still, I think, I think that...