Hello there poppets! / L Plate Mama

My life has been shaped by television. Anyone who knows me knows how much of a TV addict I am. I wish I could pretend it was sophisticated high drama or intellectual debates. Alas each night I turn on, tune in and clock out a couple of hours and it’s the crime dramas that keep me coming back for more, preferably from the home country and even better if there is some incredibly grumpy soul stamping around in the damp countryside. You’ll be glad to know it is not the crime drama that has shaped my life (huge sigh of relief). It was antipodean staple of British life at the tender age of six that changed my life forever. Harold in the pivotal episode of Neighbours was explaining to someone, no recollection of whom, that he was a vegetarian. This was 26 years ago and I was a little girl growing up in South Wales; it had not crossed my mind you could choose not to eat meat. What a revelation! If you’d have been there standing next to my little head I swear you would have heard the synap...