John:
The apartment is small but we're beginning to get used to it. There's plenty of room to read, write, lounge about watching TV. And on the subject, if you thought NTL channel surfing was fun, try the cable we get. There's no radio stations on the telly but you get channel 2 (Arte) which seems to consist of a woman on a leather sofa in a white studio who drinks red wine and gets her chums in to talk books or play the odd tune on the guitar. Channel 7 is the tango channel, with, erm... tango. Last night there was a tango group on made up entirely of under tens. The intervening channels are news channels. Now it may be the language but the news seems a little... Americanised, the top story this morning is the ongoing heart operation on a little boy called Roderiguo. The next story is the football and only then do we get to the politics (which at the moment swings from the president telling people not to buy meat so that they can force the price down to the vote to have a public holiday to celebrate the coup in 1976 (that one went through this morning)). A quick flick down gives you about 15 channels that show nothing but films, the majority are subtitled, and it is quite weird to watch a Russian film with Spanish subtitles.  ¶ 7:21 PM