It was that master of quick wit Groucho Marx who once remarked he found television very educating as every time someone turned the set on he’d go to another room and read a book.
Perhaps less cynically I too extoll the pedagogical (a truly frightening word if ever there was one) virtues of television. In fact, allow me to suggest from the outset, it’s very possible I could have been a doctor had there not been so many good shows on television back in my youth. Like shards of intermittent sunlight filtering through a thick rainforest canopy, things worth knowing – from sources other than a whisper-narrating David Attenborough – do occasionally manage to escape the blast-furnace of noise, opinion and melodrama that is the small screen.
Not that what I’m about to relate really fits into that category. But here goes anyway. On the show MILLIONAIRE HOTSEAT the other afternoon, the following question was posed:
According to FORBES MAGAZINE, who (of the writer’s pictured) became the world’s first billionaire author?
*** If you answered Robert Galbraith, congratulations!
You’re now $20 000 richer in lounge-chair expert imaginary tv dollars.
*** Ps. On a non-literary note, if you’ve got a yearning for the top prize, simply name the person, who as of 17 hours ago, overtook Bill Gates to be crowned the new World’s Richest Person (Hint: Initials J.B)