'When I met President Bush he asked me what state Wales was in.' Charlotte Church

Does anyone want two televisions? From the moment the huge piece of wooden furniture incorporating our television was wheeled into our sitting room in the 1950's I have been an addict. There has seldom been a moment since when the set has had time to cool down and I've seen it all. Even during our time in Croatia in 1995 during the height of the Balkan war when we lived for six months on a lonely island we persevered with Croatian television although Mr Brain had to stand and hold the aerial nine feet off the ground on the balcony. In England if people won the Wheel of Fortune the prize was two Range Rovers and a bungalow in Rutland. In Croatia it was your weight in washing powder. Imagine what a dreadful plight you must find yourself in to agree to go on national television to be weighed in public at the end to get 10 stone of washing powder. And I say that as someone who break-danced on Big Brother. But no more. I can't take another programme. The sight of David Starkey, who I have met and can confirm is as snobbish and out of touch as on television, ridiculing an overweight child on 'Jamie's Dream School' was nasty. The fact it was allowed shows how insidious 'sneer television' has become. But I think it is the news coverage that has finally done for me. The events in Libya have a similar coverage to reality television or a football match but worse. 'Celebrity' presenters are flown in to act as journalists and any pretence at BBC impartiality has been thrown out in favour of a sort of frenzied excitement. The word 'democracy' is bandied about meaninglessly and there is no attempt to present facts, context or an over view. I sense that the so-called reporters don't really know where Libya is or where they are half the time. It all makes me so angry. But nothing makes me so furious as the photos of Gadaffi and Tony Blair canoodling just a few years ago. When will we learn to keep our noses out of other countries?