Monarch of the Glen is perfect Sunday television. By that I mean it's on a par with The Waltons - an ideal way to switch off your brain and laugh cynically at all the syrupy goodness it oozes. I've stopped watching it since the rather lovely Irish gamekeeper and the almost as lovely laird both buggered off to somewhere more remote. Ballykiss-me-arse was worse, because it didn't have the redeeming grace of handsome male leads. Having spent the last 2 days cleaning a house while being subjected to the godawful Radio 4, the BBC aren't exactly impressing me that much these days. Though I like their website. Mostly.