Antiques Roadshow

Boy, were we ever sold a pup last night!

I'm a minor fan of this show in a very particular early Sunday evening kind of way. The same goes for One Man And His Dog which, sadly, seems to be no more. I'm even toying with watching Songs of Praise but I fear this may be taking things too far. Still, at least it's not as evil as it's Saturday night equivalents, X-Factor and Strictly Come Ballroom Dancing.

Anyway, I was more than usually excited about Antiques Roadshow last night as I'd read that some punter had turned up with an article which the assessor had valued at one million pounds. The details were a closely guarded secret and that only heightened my anticipation.

On the show last night there was a series of lovely items. A Faberge egg, delicately carved. An amazing Edison phonograph once owned by Harry Lauder. Some Francis Bacon sketches he did whilst out on the piss one night. These were only valued at only a few thousand each. What could possibly be worth a million?

Then some Tyneside local councillor turned up with a prototype Angel of the North that, by all accounts, he's nicked out of the broom cupboard. And this, this rusty piece of bronze, was valued at one million! Hard to fathom, really, and suggestive that the only antiques that are actually worth a million are the ones that patently aren't.